Maaaaniloooow!Yes, I can hear Colbert's anguished bellow even now. First, the man loses his Emmy to TONY BENNETT. Then: BARRY MANILOW. Oh my. The horror.
So yeah, maybe this post is a bit tongue-in-cheek. Mr. Manilow doesn't exactly inspire the same sort of critical or hipster acclaim as, say, NEIL DIAMOND. But it was back in December -- when I was dedicating Sundays to the likes of Diamond, KENNY ROGERS, DOLLY PARTON, CARLY SIMON, and BREAD -- that I slotted Barry in for posting. Then I got cold feet. Perhaps the man was too Velveeta cheesy even for me....
But no, to hell with that. I was 3-8 years old when the songs below were dominating the charts and Manilow was ushering in each New Year with Dick Clark, the dropping ball, and a still-filthy, hookers-and-trenchcoats Times Square. The man not only wrote the songs, he arranged, orchestrated, and sang the hell out of them. He's FRANK SINATRA-meets-MEATLOAF. And surely there's room enough for that monstrosity here on this blog. With no apologies. And few regrets.
[MP3] "Could It Be Magic" [1973]
[MP3] "Mandy" [1974]
[MP3] "Weekend in New England" [1976]
[MP3] "Copacabana (At the Copa)" [1978]
[MP3] "Ready to Take a Chance Again" [1978]
2 comments:
Awesome.
Ah, a month after you, I did some rehabilitation of our man Bazza. Actually, I think I enjoy most doing posts on those who incur the displeasure of the Taste Police. And I think many people like it that their so-called "guilty pleasures" (a terrible term; one shouldn't feel guilty about enjoying music, unless it's Celine Dion or Michael Fucking Bolton) validated.
http://halfhearteddude.blogspot.com/2008/05/pissing-off-though-police-with-barry.html
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