But when it rains, that's when I remember

So about this Susan Cowsill thing.

I am ashamed. By losing touch with my crush, I have missed scads of her great work, both solo and with the Continental Drifters.

To wit:

Everything about this song is top-notch, and to my utter embarrassment, I had never heard it until about a month ago. For shame. And in that short time, the tune has become an all-timer, what with the message, the guitars and Cowsill's passion. Which is never in short supply -- see below.

As for the Drifters, I see they are reuniting briefly to to coincide with the upcoming release of a collection of rarities. It's almost enough for a trip to New Orleans.

Hmmmmm

And I as delved deeper into her catalog in order to right my egregious stupidity, I found this, which has a depth and beauty that speaks for itself.

Be still my heart, Susan Cowsill is a Pop Princess.

I cannot give her a higher compliment. Well, other than maybe she should be the first woman on United States currency.

And Susan, I am sorry. I won't forget you again.