Most of Lynyrd Skynyrd Is Gone, But Who Cares?

On a recent trip to Oregon, I ended up at West Fest, an annual event aimed at drumming up business in the western outskirts of Salem, the state's capital. Both Boston and The Kingsmen were scheduled to play, so it sounded like it would be worth the $3 admission, even though I was pretty sure the Kingsmen broke up right after recording "Louie Louie" 40-something years ago.

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Lynyrd Skynyrd is scheduled to perform Wednesday, September 9.

Celebrity Theatre

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• Boston (Band)
• Rickey Medlocke
• Gary Rossington
• Louie Louie
• Anthony Cosmo

We've all seen this gimmick: a band with one or two original members tours making a living on the fair and festival circuit. Imagining the current lineups of these bands, I shook my head. Maybe the singer's brother-in-law had taken over the vocals and the guy who was subletting the manager's condo had landed himself a gig behind the drums.

As it turned out, it wasn't even that legitimate. Both The Kingsmen and Boston are still touring somewhere in one incarnation or another, but not at West Fest. Instead, we got The Dennis Mitchell Band, named for the brother of the original guitarist on "Louie Louie," who is, like, Dennis, also a member of the band. Why the band isn't named after Mike, the guy who was actually in the band, I don't know. The Mitchellmen took the stage and offered up a workmanlike set of their older material along with some songs I didn't recognize.

Next, instead of Boston, it was a band called Cosmo, featuring Fran and Anthony Cosmo, a father and son who had both performed on the road with Boston at one point or another. The more I thought about it, the more I grew terrified of the upcoming Lynyrd Skynyrd concert at Celebrity Theatre.

You see, I fell in love with Skynyrd at the beginning of my high school classic-rock phase. In no time, I had collected all their albums and some rare vinyl, paid way too much to see them live, and alienated my college roommate by refusing to listen to anything else.

As time wore on, I realized that the lineup that bore the Skynyrd name was not the lineup I had fallen in love with. Everyone knows that the plane crash killed singer Ronnie Van Zant and half the gang, but since then, five more members have died, and now the band's only ties to the '70s include founder Gary Rossington, Ronnie's brother, Johnny, and drummer-turned-guitarist Rickey Medlocke.

When pianist Billy Powell died of a heart attack in June, Rossington was left as the only member of the band that recorded the familiar versions of "Free Bird" and "Sweet Home Alabama" that you hear on the radio.

The disconnect gradually turned me off, and I eventually adopted a more detached, somewhat ironic, appreciation for the band. And now I was going to be tasked with reviewing their show. Standing in Oregon, waiting for "Boston" to take the stage, I was having trouble reconciling what I expected to be writing in a month with what my younger self would have written.

Despite the fact that these acts were not the genuine article and despite the fact that the bands' claims to fame bordered on frivolous, West Fest was charging an admission fee for the first time ever, and this usually small festival instead saw thousands turn out to rock along with whoever the dude onstage was. Waiting for "Boston" to play the hits we all know and love, all I could think about was the fact that half the guys onstage looked as though they were young enough to be breastfeeding when the songs they were playing in 2009 first hit the airwaves. I was filled with resentment.

But I'll be damned if the resentment didn't melt away when they made the transition between "Foreplay" and "Long Time." Fran Cosmo didn't sound anything like Brad Delp, but really, rock 'n' roll has never been about vocal talent. The guitars were there, and they sounded like the guitars I loved. And every single person in the crowd was jamming along. I swear to God that I saw a 70-year-old blind woman put her orange-tipped cane in the air and start headbanging.

Suddenly, I was getting into it, and that's when I realized that even though you can't always get the band back together, it doesn't really matter. Concerts are about latching onto something tacitly connected to the music's source. When that happens, it's not hard to understand why the feeling seems to rub off on everyone onstage and in the audience. Maybe it didn't work for The Kingsmen, who had trouble charting with anything other than covers, but Boston built its fan base by writing rock epics and touring the hell out of them.

Suddenly, I wasn't stressing the Skynyrd show quite as much.

I've since asked Skynyrd fans about what keeps them coming back to see a band that bears little resemblance to what they heard when they first heard Skynyrd's 1976 live album. They told me about the music and how it had touched their lives this way or that, but I was frustrated that no one could really address the issues brought up by the band's revolving-door lineup.