Bob Cowsill looks pensive as he sits drinking coffee in Cables, a restaurant in the San Fernando Valley just down the street from Pickwick's pub, where he plays covers of oldies every Friday night He is presently reminiscing about the demise of the Cowsills. "Bill got tossed out of the band by my Dad for smoking pot. It was the night before we were going out on tour. It was the beginning of the end. The flame was gone. We did a couple more records (the albums "II XII" for MGM, the label on which they had made it big, and "On My Side" for London) but that was it. In the meantime, Bill got his own deal with MGM (making the Nervous Breakthrough album)."
The breakup of the band did not flow into a smooth transition for Bob, at least not initially. "For five years, nobody spoke to anybody, or at least I didn't. Artistically, I was ready to evolve, but didn't. I sold all my equipment to a guy from England for $50. He was really stoked! Then I went back to school, got an education, and got married. My first job was sweeping out a garage in Glendale (California). I enjoyed that a lot. I would read Hawaii by
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James Michener while I swept, which cleansed my soul. This job was totally opposite to what I had been doing."
Throughout all of this, Bob did not give up his ambition, and the band ties renewed. "I kept writing. Then, in 1976, we ran into a guy named Chuck Plotkin (who would subsequently find fame and fortune as Bruce Springsteen's producer). He liked us a lot, and wanted to produce us. That started a three year relationship, and a three year apprenticeship for me on how to write a song, how to record a song, with Chuck being my teacher. We cut and mastered 15 tracks, some at Chuck's studio and some at Emmit Rhodes' studio. At this time, the band consisted of Paul, John, Susan, and myself (an incarnation that continued into the 90's). Then Susan fell in love with Dwight Twilley and this thing died in the water." Another contributing factor to the band's demise was Plotkin's blossoming association with Springsteen, to whom he made a permanent allegiance soon afterward. Despite these setbacks, Bob thinks these sessions were the "best stuff we've ever done. I listen to these tapes to this day, and the
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people in my world who hear them agree with me." He reflects upon this period very pragmatically. "Our stuff was ill timed anyway. There was too much disco happening back then, and we didn't do disco."
Bob and the band took a break in the early '80s, and Bob took to doing cover material at pubs, which he does to this day. However, in the mid '80s, the third phase of the Cowsiils took shape. "In '85-'86 I started writing again, songs that I thought were real good. We got together and we decided whether to go out as an oldies band (doing their own '60s material) or take the hard road with new material. We chose the hard road and did a 3-song demo (She Said To Me, Some Good Years and Is It Any Wonder, the latter a brilliant song which subsequently appeared on the pop compilation Yellow Pills: Volume 1). We didn't even know what we'd sound like, but once we were done we were thrilled."
The band went out and did some small tours and benefit shows around the country, but their song lineup emphasized the old material. "We'd open with The Rain, The Park, and Other Things and close with Hair. But around '91-'92 we
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