Year: 2004

“Barry Manilow is the shiznet!”

I honestly said that to Mike last night as we walked up to the Toyota Center. His response? “Those are two words you would never hear together.” Just thought I should share.

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The Manilow concert was fantastic. I mean, REALLY, REALLY FANTASTIC. I am a certified Fanilow now. Ok, it’s not like I wasn’t one before … but now I’ve proven it to the rest of the world. We were on the floor in seats that were so good, I could see the wrinkles on Barry Manilow’s pants. That good. And the music? Oh my goodness. I’ve waited close to 30 years to hear that music live, and it was so worth it. I flicker’ed the whole thing (the links are over in the sidebar), and we called Mandy for … well, “Mandy” of course, and Kymberlie for “Copacabana”. We were at the end of our row, and the row was two seats shorter than the row in front of us – so we had plenty of room to dance in the aisle. I sang to every song I knew, loud and probably off key. I didn’t care. There was even new music (the songs I didn’t sing to) from the upcoming Manilow musicals.

The kicker for me had to be when the gay couple sitting behind us got up and danced with us, and told me that it was so much fun sitting by us for the concert. They tried to tell me that I had tears in my eyes at the end of “I Write the Songs” … I tried to deny it, but come on… he writes the songs of love and special things. He writes the songs that make the young girls cry. How could I not be moved by that?

I’ll write more tomorrow about my amusing memories of my favorite songs from my childhood – but I think that “I Write the Songs” has to be one of my all-time favorites. It was a fabulous ending for a fabulous concert. I’m still buzzing, and it’s been over for a few hours now. What a thrill!

We love you, Barry!!! Whooo hooooooooo!!!