Recent newspaper headlines, proclaiming “Barry Manilow Breaks Nose” have already achieved the same notoriety as “Fog in Channel: Continent Cut Off” and “Dundee Man Drowns: 1500 Also Die As Titanic Hits Iceberg”.
There is something deliciously absurd about the man and his world-famous proboscis, but not so absurd to have prevented him from selling 58 million records, winning a Grammy, an Emmy, a Tony and playing both the Superbowl and Bill Clinton’s inaugural ball.
Manilow’s idiosyncratic brand of easy listening music has won him a legion of adoring middle-aged matrons, yet the man himself remains charmingly disarming and refreshingly self-deprecating. [story]