Meet The Rhodes Kids, Houston's Mobbed-Up '70s Family Band
The early 70's was a glorious time for the "family showband." The Cowsills started it all a few years earlier, and the lifestyle was soon immortalized on the screen by the fictionalized Partridge Family. But for every group like the Osmonds or the Jackson 5, there were dozens of others, perhaps less talented, certainly less famous, who crisscrossed America in their leaky busses from cocktail lounge to county fair, hoping for that big break that would get them the invite to Vegas or Hollywood.
Houston's own Rhodes Kids, largely forgotten unless you're a thrift-store record-bin regular, was one of those bands who did get the invitation to the Big Time. The seven Rhodes Kids were the children of an Exxon engineer and a concert pianist, and had already been playing together casually before relocating to Houston in 1970.
It was here that Paul, Ron, Gary, Patty, Marsha, Brett and little Mark got serious, hiring a manager, choreographer, and practicing daily. Their first gigs were at Village Inn Pizza. It may not have been glamorous, but hey, free pizza.
The last thing in the world I wanted to do, after spending eight hard days in L.A. looking at rough cuts of a movie I had produced, was to fly to Houston and spend the evening in a noisy hotel lounge listening to a group of kids whose lead singer was only 10 years old.
But a friend had called. It was one of those "you-have-got-to-see-them-to-believe-them" conversations. Before I knew it, I heard myself saying "Yeah, sure" So there I was in Houston, suffering a combination of jet lag and fatigue, wishing the night were behind me so I could get on to Las Vegas where I planned to relax for the rest of the week listening to the "real pros" perform.
Then the house lights went down, the spots flashed up... and POW! Seven kids, all members of the same family, sang and played not one, but two to three different instruments. I learned the new meaning for the words "real pros." In 40 minutes the Rhodes Kids made me forget jet lag, forget fatigue, forget Las Vegas and the pros.
After the show I talked to the entire family while Mark, the 10-year-old who had just packed it all in with his incredible imitation of Tom Jones, literally demolished the hotel lobby. I knew then I was going to sign them up.
But there's something about Thevis you won't find in any album liner notes. Some Christmas music blog did a bit of research and found... damn... turns out he was a mobbed-up "porn king" and gangster who used his music and film productions to launder his ill-gotten gains. Did the Rhodes Parents discover this at some point? The remaining Kids albums have no mention of "The Scarface of Porn," but still have some other shady connections.