I was struggling to get to sleep and suddenly had a brilliant idea, and couldn't resist coming back to post it.
It's widely predicted that orders will eventually be given from on high that the twins are to perform a ballad without their now-customary choreographic hoopla and gimmickry.
When the time comes, Mr. Walsh, picture this: J&E on a darkened stage, in nice suits, with maybe a bit of dry ice, and they sing:
The Hollies' "He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother".
Show Won.
The End.
Fin.
All back to Louis's.
I thang yew!
Seriously, if the twins could work hard on their singing and get their heads on straight it could bring the house down and have even the haters weeping in the aisles.
It's widely predicted that orders will eventually be given from on high that the twins are to perform a ballad without their now-customary choreographic hoopla and gimmickry.
When the time comes, Mr. Walsh, picture this: J&E on a darkened stage, in nice suits, with maybe a bit of dry ice, and they sing:
The Hollies' "He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother".
Show Won.
The End.
Fin.
All back to Louis's.
I thang yew!

Seriously, if the twins could work hard on their singing and get their heads on straight it could bring the house down and have even the haters weeping in the aisles.





