I have been a fan of Barry's as long as I can remember. He was my first "crush" as a pre-teen and I had this poster of him in my room that I would kiss and/or sing to when I would sing along with his albums. Ah, the crushes of youth!!! I had always wanted to see him in concert but never had the money or the opportunity. So, this year, I vowed that I would go and I plunked down Mr. Credit Card and bought the best tickets available for my 44th birthday. I thought about money a lot over the 2 months (the tickets for floor seats were over a hundred bucks) but, finally, February 5th arrived and I felt like a school girl again. The opening act (I wish I could remember his name) was amazing! High energy jazz and if any of you know the open act's name, please email me. At last, it was Barry's turn. The old feelings were back and I felt 12 again! Some songs made me cry for various reasons which I won't share but Barry's performance did not! He was amazing! I was pretty close and I must tell you that he does NOT look 65! He's a performer through and through and the 2+ hours flew by. I didn't want it to end. As I watched him on stage, I got the feeling that this is a man who's still astonished by his own success...still the shy little boy from the mean streets of Brooklyn who dreams of making it out. I hope that some day I can meet Barry and tell him just how much his music has touched my life. When I was young, I had an alcoholic father and my life was often chaotic. I would lock myself in my room and put Barry's records on and he would help me escape from the chaos. His music also inspired me to become a singer and I have been singing ever since. I had an autographed photo of Barry that I got through the fan club but one day, my dad went into one of his drunken rages and tore up the photo of that "dirty kike" as he liked to call him. I hope that some day I can replace that photo with one of the older, more mature Barry. As I watched Barry sing, I got the sense that the lyrics mean so much more to him now as a "man of a certain age" and that brought tears to my eyes. I was saddened to think that he can't tour forever and eventually he will have to stop. But for now, I have the wonderful memories of that cold night in Wilkes Barre, Pennsylvania that made this not so young girl cry. Thank you, Barry.
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