Take heed! Amidst all this January gloom and melancholia, do you spy a bright, gleaming beacon in the future?
Yes you do, and that's no beacon! It's BARRY MANILOW and a snazzy blazer from his bedazzled collection. Which with any luck will nearly blind my BFF Stefania and me in our practically front row seats on February 15th.
Count down to smiles, '08. Only three short Fridays away. I just found a reason to get out of bed in the morning.
No one ever tells you when you are an hip disaffected 14 year old that some day you will be at a reunion style concert in Silicon Valley with your college friends feeling, well, old. But damn, it was cool.
And the best part, is the people who were there are the sort of friends (shout out for the wc gals) who your can laugh about being old with. Isn't that the best! Seriously, I never imagined my future self to be so, well, happy.
Well, it wan't all happy endings. There were no giant Flames cakes to round out the evening.
My first record was The Doobie Brother's Greatest Hits. I played that song, Takin' it to the Streets, overandoverandover again. It was such a cool song! Because of that voice. It might have also been about civil rights or something like that, but it didn't really apply to the little white girl in the suburbs of Boston, so I ignored that part.
Even today, I hear his voice, it transports me. And I don't even like him! I swear I don't!
Okay, obviously I do. I just downloaded What a Fool Believes to my itunes. Because I "needed" it...
Laugh, but I know I'm not alone. Michael McDonald has a strange power over all of us. Is it the siren call of his Clooneyesque salt and pepper mane? His blue eyed soul? His masterful delivery of wussy but genuine emotion?
All I know is, if this is wrong, I don't wanna be right. God Help Me.
It's only a matter of time before I go see him in concert. Friends who go to these things with me -- and you know who you are -- decide now. Are you with me or not? I need to know so I can start making our tshirts. Send me your size and availability. He's in Palm Springs the last weekend of the month.
Yes, this is a dare.
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