I read a great review of his then new album, “BARRY MANILOW LIVE” in THE CHARLESTON DAILY MAIL, our local evening newspaper. I was 15, and hurried home to listen to the record/LP on my dad’s Realistic (Radiol Shack) stereo, with his headphones, so I could listen to it LOUD.
My life forever changed. I never knew art could move you before then. I never looked back; from then on, I recognized that all art, carried in it the capability to move you, emotionally.
I can’t understate what a huge revelation this was to me. My life was forever changed.
Arguing for my independence with my trust lords has gotten really old, really fast. See, I’m like a poor man’s Brittany Spears: all my money is in a special needs trust, dispensed as need be by my Trustees: Gil Roth and Peter Johnson. Gil, I’ve been friends with since St. John’s. Peter does this for a living, & cuts me a world of always legal and ethical slack. More tomorrow. Nighty-night.