Last Wednesday night, my BFF Stefania and I finally saw Barry Manilow LIVE for the first time. There were also a bunch of skaters there, including Brian Boitano and Dorothy Hamill and two Russian dudes who did the skating version of Cirque du Soleil stuff, which was odd and entertaining.
You could tell that the big draw for almost everyone there was Barry. And let me tell you: Barry delivered.
I could rave for hours about his perfect performance, and still there would be more to say. He's pure genius, and if you can experience it, you must. Fortunately Stefania and I get to relive the experience in February, when Barry returns to delight Ladies of a Certain Age, and us, in San Jose.
Here's the short version of Barry's magic:
The still lovely and graceful Dorothy Hamill stepped on the ice. The stirring opening strains of Weekend in New England poured out of the PA system. The crowd sighed.
Meanwhile, a little old lady in a wheelchair was being pushed laboriously across the astroturf to a seat by the rink. (Did I mention the rink was built on top of the baseball diamond?)
At the very moment Barry started to sing, I mean at the very first syllable, that little old lady stood and walked! Yes, Barry's voice cured a cripple!
And no one in the crowd was surprised. It was just...Barry.