WOW BROS ABDICATE THEIR
LONG-HELD MUSICAL THRONE
Bequeath Their Kingdom To All The
Wannabes Who Were Stuck In Their Shadow
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by Lawrence T. Lipvote
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The Wow Brothers had a rollicking, rambunctious 13-year run, with the
last 11 of those years spent on the knife's edge at the top of their game,
delighting untold numbers of devotees with their quirky brand of chemistry
as brothers, and their uncanny ability to charm an audience (and, as a small
point of interest, there was also the music). Just
by being their eclectic selves, they vanquished every last challenger to
their position as
the Premier Duo.
But now they've laid aside their Royal Sceptre and stepped down from the
dais, having symbolically removed their crown (which was heretofore perched
jauntily atop their collective head), given it a quick spitshine, and gently
placed it upon the seat of the throne, where it awaits the head of the next
Until that potentative successor is chosen, the top spot in Duo Land is wide
open, and the landscape is rife with the elbowing, rude gesturing, and
cat-calling of all who were coveting the kingdom during those many years
when it was oh-so-unattainable because The Wows had such a firm stranglehold
on it. Who will eventually emerge victorious from this scrum to
claim the bejeweled headpiece is anybody's guess.
The Wows, however, are not guessing, nor are they even paying attention,
because they each have their own individual futures on their minds, and they
are simply getting on with the business of living them. Yes, they
do wish Godspeed to whomever takes over in their stead, but beyond that,
it makes no never-mind to them how the coup plays out.
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This reporter met up with The now-ex-Wow Brothers during a recording session
at Davey's Shed Your Inhibitions Studio, aka SYIS, one of two recording studios
they use (the other is Tommy's KAOS studios, aka Kelley's Attic O' Sound).
They were working on a song for Davey's latest solo project, and as I watched
unobtrusively from an out-of-the-way cranny, I saw their work ethic had that
same light-hearted camaraderie they demonstrate so effortlessly in live
performance, combined with an unerring, businesslike focus on achieving the
exact sound and mood they've envisioned for the piece - which, incidentally,
was a tunefully jangling, mid-tempo tropical-rock composition that, in my
humble opinion, could easily attain the top of the 'seaside charts'.
Just as I was beginning to think they'd forgotten I was even there (quiet
as a mouse, I was, so's not to disturb their thought processes), Davey called
a break, and within a minute-and-a-half, they were seating me at the 'comfort
table' in the control room, and making sure I had sustenance in the form
of bottled water, celery stalks with cream cheese, crisp Red Delicious
apples...also fresh-from-the-oven Hawaiian pizza, soda, sea salt potato chips,
and Snickers Peanut Butter bars (I could go healthy, or go in the other
direction; I mixed it up with a slice of pizza, some chips, a candy bar
- and for the healthy part: bottled water!).
When a good portion of the food had been swallowed, and the buzzing-bee small
talk fell away, it was time to get down to the reason for my presence at
the studio - a modest wrap-up of the Wow duo's career for my weekly web
show. I placed my recorder on the table in front of them, pressed
the red button, then looked expectantly from one to the
other. Finally, after what seemed like a very-long two minutes
but was actually only a medium-long eighteen seconds, Tommy broke into a
broad grin (aha ..!.. my suspicions were true - the long silence was
intentional, they were toying with me ..!.. clowns onstage, clowns
offstage too; well, what did I expect - after all, this was The Wow
Brothers...), and with a dramatic clearing of his throat, he started the
"We've spent a long & enjoyable tenure frolicking through the sunny meadows
of a big wondrous musical landscape consisting of 60's & 70's pop &
rock - not to mention the indescribable joy of presenting our own songs to
appreciative audiences - and I must say ... with the appropriate biggish
dose of melancholia ... it's been an honor to have accompanied my great pal
Davey on this trek. He is truly an accomplished musician, an
enthusiastic performer, a jack-of-all-trades -and- a
master-of-all-trades, too; let's see ... what else? ... he's the truest
of friends, a humanitarian of the highest order, and just an all-around,
gol-dang, nicey kind-of-guy. Plus, he's a non-smoker, so he doesn't
stink up the joint. In any future project he tackles, he will
certainly achieve massive levels of success, which would naturally be
commensurate with his naturally lofty abilities - naturally! There
is no one on this earth who deserves success more than
he. (Besides me, that is)", he added softly
out of the corner of his mouth, with an impish side-glance to nobody in
Davey raised his right hand and said, with his own impish, loudish emphasis
on the first few words, "Well, except for that soft aside at the
end, I swear every word Tommy just said about me is absolutely,
unequivocally, indubitably, and undeniably the truth, the whole truth, and
nothing but the truth, so help me, God." Then, with a wink, he
turned on his heel and strode right out the door, closing it sharply with
a pronounced chee-emph!
Tommy and I stared silently at the door for 15 seconds, waiting for Davey
to return and reap the rewards of his very funny Unexpected Exit stunt ...
but ... nope, no return.
After 10 more seconds, Tommy turned to me with a twinkle in his eye and said
"Yup. That's Davey". Then he, too, effected his own
Thirty-five seconds later, and I'm still standing there, alone, staring doltishly
at the door.
No Tommy. No Davey.
I hypothesized the interview was over.
At least the pizza had been good. I took another slice as I quietly