People can complain all they want about the old-fogey acts at Taste of Minnesota, but WE had our pictures taken with the Bay City Rollers, the Cowsills and Mr. Jerk himself, Barry Williams, on Friday night.


Susan Cowsill is a year younger than I am. When I told her that, she told me I didn't look anywhere near my age. I am forever her slave just on the strength of that remark.


Me and the Scottish boys.


Kip and the Bay City Rollers. He confessed that he owned a Bay City Rollers album back in the day. On 8-track.



We saw Barry Williams walking around the family area before the concert with a little boy. Kip tried to strike up a friendly conversation with him, not knowing who he was, and Barry snubbed him roundly. Then he got onstage and demonstrated his complete lack of singing ability (Barry, not Kip), utterly annihilating a Bee Gees song (which he sang with Susan Cowsill, who sounded perfectly fine). He's a jerk, but I guess I should feel sorry for him, because he'll be Greg Brady until the day he dies.