It’s Okay to Like Barry Manilow
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Barry Manilow is an American institution. It’s okay if you think so too: I won’t tell anyone.
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You Know the Words
Her name was Lola. She was a showgirl.
Come on. You know the rest. Everyone does.
And so did the crowd at the Barry Manilow concert I attended in Las Vegas last week, on the night that he broke Elvis Presley’s record for the most shows at the Westgate Las Vegas Resort & Casino.
Oh, I know. Roll your eyes. We’re all too cool for Manilow, the Brooklyn kid who became a schmaltz superstar, the guy whose music for almost five decades has practically been the definition of unhip, shamelessly sentimental “adult contemporary.” We smirk—yet we know every word.
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