Why I Went to See Barry Manilow

In keeping with a theme, I thought I would explain why I went to see Barry Manilow, and no, it wasn't for the boas, "Copacabana," or because I find big noses hot.

The proposal to see Barry Manilow in concert the first time, this being when he performed in Providence in 2003, came from Lindsay, my Vegas-partner-in-crime. Both she and I really only "knew" him from the fame accompanying "Copacabana," a much requested song at local disco-oriented dance clubs. I brought M, my boyfriend at the time, with me, and the three of us went to see the concert. Upon introduction of "Mandy," one of his fans' favorites, we watched a very nervous, very young Barry Manilow perform the song in his first TV appearance. However, when I saw it, it got me thinking. The guy was scared witless--that was certain. But he was expressive. Feelings apparently meant something to him. He was one of those rare specimens we come to call "a sensitive man" actually alive, in the flesh, and not on the endangered species list.

And then I realized--that's not who M was. He wouldn't be that type of a person.

And I also realized--but that's the type of person, if indeed he does exist, that I would prefer to be with.

So, thank you, Barry Manilow. Although hundreds of people make fun of your songs, your manner, your style of dress in the 1970s, you gave me hope that perhaps there are guys out there more like you. Therefore, gladly did I bestow my $127.50 to see your show and would do it again.