Some actor will make a record and hit the road. Then, invariably, the show will stink, and the record will make a beeline for the cutout bin faster than you can say Don Johnson. The Brothers each sang about half the songs, and Michael's were of the James Taylor wimp-folk variety, not one worth remembering. That left Kevin, who fancies himself a sort of heartland rocker, to save the show. His songs were the memorable ones, for dubious reasons.
Nothing warms the heart like a rich movie star making fun of the poor.
The Brothers were backed by a four-man band, including a percussionist. Kevin laughed through the song, never taking it too seriously, which could signal that he knows he's just a pawn of pop culture, not a master of it. Fire victims show gratitude Parking close to stadium shifted Sex sells . . . The Cincinnati Enquirer , a Gannett Co. Inc. newspaper.