I’d say I’m about ass deep in Wilson PhillipsL Still Holding On by now and the phrase “familiarity breeds contempt” is starting to come to mind. Not only can is this an accurate summation of the relationship among the band, but gory details about the band that are coming to my attention as well. For me, seeing all of the in-fighting and chaotic, disorganized and, scattered meanderings of this once proud group have really taken the shine off of the proverbial apple for me.
Chynna Phillips is REALLY starting to irritate me. She actually picked her nose, on camera, as part of a “nasal treatment” in episode 3. Further, the bathroom humor with Carnie is starting to get old. At least based on the footage that we are seeing in the show, it seems like Carnie and her husband are treating the band like a part-time project and acting like kids in a high school garage band.
To say that this reality TV iteration is testing my fan loyalty of Wilson Phillips would be an understatement. I’m hoping it’s one of those six week jobs because I don’t know if I can stay on board for a full season. Here’s hoping it gets better because it sure as hell can’t get much worse.
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I don’t think the intention of the show was to make people hate Chynna Phillips and Wendy Wilson but Sunday’s episode (4/15) sure gave me a shove in that direction. Watching Chynna Phillips badger, bullyrag, and berate Carnie into doing her holistic medical crap was highly irritating. At one point, I think I even saw Chynna Phillips with one of her fingers up Carnie Wilson’s nose telling her to breathe and, if she can’t breathe out of her nose it means that “she feels she doesn’t deserve life.” As an allergy sufferer, I was insulted. Further, the hokum-pokum she was doing on Carnie, who was still recovering from weight loss surgery, was nauseating.
Wendy, on the other hand, proved that she was too dumb to order birthday balloons for her mother and bothered her ailing sister about the difference between balloons that said “Happy Birthday, Mom” or, simply “Happy Birthday.” Again, my respect for another member of the group took a hit.
Also, at no other point does anyone seem concerned about Carnie’s recovery. Both Chynna and Wendy seem like they want Carnie well enough to tour and, if she shows the slightest bit of trepidation or feeling that she is being forced to accelerate her recovery, the other two dismiss her feelings as her being “dramatic” or “lazy.” I know they’re doing a reality show and need wrinkles of drama in the story, I get that. But, if this is truly a sample of how they are when the cameras are off, no wonder the band faded into obscurity for decades.
Regardless of the annoyances and gripes I have with the show, I will still remain a viewer because I want to see more about their upcoming tour and, I think that people turned their backs on this wonderful group early. I just hope one of the producers blows in the respective ears of Chynna and Wendy because how they appeared in the most recent show was shameful and Kardashian-esque.
Whilst watching an episode of “Austin City Limits” as I occasionally do, my consumption of public television rewarded me with the discovery of a musical gem. That gem goes by the name of Black Joe Lewis and the Honeybears.
I dare say that Black Joe looks like the second coming of Jimi Hendrix. Granted, Black Joe is NOT a Jimi Hendrix imitation. Indeed, Black Joe looks like Jimi Hendrix because he exudes that same, inborn talent which allows him to play the guitar as if it was a body part that he has been living with for his entire life. Further, his voice is really a throwback to the early (and best) days of Rock and Roll. They even have a brass section which, normally I don’t like because the worthless, overrated, Pearl Jam wannabes known as The Dave Matthews Band also have a brass section. However, Black Joe Lewis and the Honeybears have renewed my faith in the notion of a viable rock band having a brass section.
On the particular episode of Austin City Limits the Dallas, TX gospel/soul group The Relatives also came up to do a piece with the band. For me, that was almost too much to ask for. I will reserve my attestation of admiration for The Relatives for a later date, though.
I think I had such an emotional reaction to Black Joe Lewis and the Honeybears because I didn’t think bands like that existed anymore. If you recall, in a previous post, I posited the theory that Bruno Mars could save music for many of the same reasons for which I have professed admiration of Black Joe Lewis and the Honeybears (I’m not going to regurgitate my previous post. I linked it for a reason. Curious? Read it yourself, lazy.) However, this is something which I firmly believe and, I think that, among the pantheon (and very short list) of musical acts that can save music as we know it, I make no hesitation in considering Black Joe Lewis and the Honeybears among them.
I really needed to see Black Joe Lewis and the Honeybears. Add The Relatives to the mix and it was an extra special treat. It made me realize how few and far between REAL musical acts are and embarking on the journey of fanhood for these groups is a sojourn which I will cherish.