I just got done watching a Gilmore Girls episode where Rory gives Lorelai endless shit over having a Barry Manilow CD hidden under the driver’s seat. And I was transported back to my childhood, when one of my favorite albums (vinyl, even!) was this one Barry Manilow album, This One’s For You. If we’d had parrots instead of parakeets, the things would’ve ended up being able to sing every single song. I nearly wore that record out.
And you know what? Manilow isn’t quite my thing anymore, but I’m not among the Manilow haters. Oh, no. I may not proclaim my enjoyment of his musical stylings in certain company, but if the subject comes up, I’ll (usually) admit to it. I thought he was a thoroughly talented lounge-type singer. “Copacabana” is still one of the best songs of all time to end an evening of karaoke with, especially when you can get a mixed crowd of punks, country-westerners, heavy metal aficionados, rap enthusiasts, and fans of other assorted genres involved in the conga line.
So yes, he’s something of a guilty pleasure for me, but still a pleasure. And this is still a really lovely song.
So your mission this week, if you choose to accept it, is to reveal one of your guilty pleasures. Yes, you can remain anonymous – if you don’t want to proclaim your pleasure in the comments, it’s perfectly fine to email me at dhunterauthor at gmail with your link. I am an ordained minister in the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, so your confession is protected by confessional privilege.
I’ll just leave you with one more favorite Manilow, since y’all are always sticking me with more than one song (not that I mind). This one has some dreams and hope and always made me feel really happy.
Come to think of it, this may be where my willingness to try to reach for the stars started… Thanks, Barry!