Bad teeth.
Flowers everywhere?
Loved this song.
But, the photo of the Cowsills reminded me of a comment a good friend made about a picture of the Rolling Stones; my friend said she’d NEVER seen so many ugly men in one place at the same time.
The Cowsills may have been somewhat ugly, but they could sing—I’ve never understood the enchantment with the Rolling Stones.
Kinda like Dylan—he made the mistake of singing when he should have put his poetry on paper.
If you’re blessed with pipes, sing.
If you can’t sing but have something to “say”, write poetry or a book.
Singing is an auditory experience-you’d better be good.