The Cowsills In Magazines

Note: This magazine was from Mexico and hence in Spanish. Google translator was used for the below text.

Next, we allow ourselves to introduce you to the intimate life of one of the new go-go groups that are resoundingly successful in the United States and whose maximum hit is "The Rain, The Park and Other Things". We refer to THE COWSILLS, who are probably already in Mexico by now, where they have attractive job offers. With you . . . THE COWSILLS

Freckles, giggles, huge brown eyes, a 'Monster-like mansion' in Newport, Rhode Island, a mini-mom, and a ton of talent. This is a Cowsill.

America took 500 years to create the Cowsills. Five hundred years of mixing nationalities, races, philosophies, beliefs and democracy within its borders. Five hundred years making families of all the people from all the countries of the world. The Cowsills happened. They are a completely new dimension within the artistic field, today.

Ironically, although the Cowsills were not manufactured by the music industry, the industry itself and the entire country still had a lot to do with their becoming known. The music industry was ready, you could say, waiting for the Cowsills themselves. They are a musical and artistic industry, prepared, in itself.

The Cowsill corporation reads as follows: One Bill, Bob, Barry and John Cowsill - who comprise the core of the group. Their mini-mom, Barbara Cowsill, who lends her sweet, clear voice to the boys' harmony, when needed, and wherever they go. Road managers Dick and Paul Cowsill, who chose not to go on the group's performances, keep the team in order during their travels. There is also a cute and precious baby Cowsill - Susan Cowsill (who is constantly picked on by her entire family OF SIBLINGS, who, though they will never admit it in public, adore her) and Mr. Cowsill, who, as any parent would, He has the job of coordinating the conglomeration.

Bud Cowsill thinks that love is the key word when raising a family, especially his. "When children do a good thing, they know it. And when they do bad things, they know it." However, it is difficult for any parent to really define what is good and what is bad. The only constant is love. "If something fails me, for any reason, love will cover it up. This is crazy, but I think they understand me." Mr. Cowsill has said on several occasions. "When a family member has a problem, we do what all families do - we sweat, all the time, helping it resolve itself."

Mr. Cowsill, Mrs. Cowsill, and the entire family live in a 22-bedroom mansion on top of one of the few hills in Newport, Rhode Island. As one walks up the path, resembling a snake, the first sight of the house leaves one stupefied. It seems that one is ringing. Ivy covers all the walls of the house, the windows are broken, the wire mesh screens are hanging. Everything has an air of the "unreal."

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. . . he built the path on the roof, so that his wife could look for her ship when entering the port. Today, Mrs. Cowsill uses it to escape from her eight messy Indians. "This is my favorite place in the whole world. I come up here to think and rest is pure glory."

The interior of the house goes very well with the facade. The room contains a huge sofa, two chairs and a television set. Meals are cooked on a 1917 gas stove, which requires a prayer to burn. The "so-called" library contains a ping-pong table, and what should be the dining room contains a pool table. There are seven bathrooms and a shower. "The water pressure is not very good," explains Bob. "The best time to take a shower is around three in the morning."

During the last three years, all the money has been invested in "The tools of the trade" - instruments, sound systems, amplifiers - So, no furniture - we're happy." In little John's room, there is a cage made of wire, which was used to house a miniature monkey. "I saved my Sundays for six weeks to buy Clyde," she said with tears welling up in her big brown eyes. "I waited for it to arrive, and then the day after I got it I woke up in the morning, and there it was - lying at the bottom of the cage - frozen!" Clyde's grave is on the Cowsill property, marked with a small white headstone.

This incident took place during a time, very recently, when the family was almost faced with losing everything. They had no money, the phones had been disconnected, there was no oil for the heater, so the winter was very harsh. "Bill and Bob broke down their closets to get firewood, and we all huddled around the fireplace," recalls Mrs. Cowsill. Finally, the end seemed to be eminent. Their right to redeem their mortgage was about to expire, and they and the house they loved so much were about to part forever. A catastrophe for both of them. Desperately in need of financial help, the family moved to New York.

Luck, or perhaps fate, I present to you Lenny Stogel. He is one of the necessary elements of the chemical reaction that we mentioned earlier. He immediately focused on the situation. He knew what to do with the Cowsills. He was probably the only entrepreneurial talent in America who was ready for them. The relationship between Leonard Stogel Associates and the Cowsills led to MGM Records, and from there, in the course of only . . . (unable to see rest of article).

The Rain The Park and Other Things
(As recorded by The Cowsills/MGM)
KORNFELD DUBOFF

I saw her sitting in the rain,
Raindrops falling on her
She didn't seem to care
She sat there and smiled at me
Then I knew (I knew, I knew, I knew)
She could make me happy (happy happy)
(She could make me very happy)
Flowers in her hair
Flowers everywhere
I love the flower girl
(I love the flower girl)
Oh I don't know just why
She simply caught my eye
I love the flower girl
She seemed so sweet and kind
She crept into my mind
I knew I had to say hello (hello hello)
She smiled up at me (hello how do you do)
She took my hand and we walked through the park alone

Then I knew (I knew, I knew, I knew)
She had make me happy (happy happy)
Flowers in her hair
Flowers everywhere
I love the flower girl
(I love the flower girl)
Oh I don't know just why
She simply caught my eye
I love the flower girl
She seemed so sweet and kind
She crept into my mind
Suddenly the sun broke through (see the sun)
I turned around she was gone (where did she go)
All I had left was one little flower in her hair
But I knew (I knew, I knew, I knew)
She had made me happy (happy happy)
Flowers in her hair, flowers everywhere
I love the flower girl
(I love the flower girl)
Was she reality or just a dream to me
I love the flower girl
(I love the flower girl)
Her love showed me the way to find a sunny day.