After some deep soul searching, I've decided to say good-bye to Barry.
In case you missed what happened Friday night when I came home from work, check out my post The Look of Love. Apparently Barry and Company are willing to throw a few long term fans under the tour bus to accommodate the bullies making the most noise - some of whom come to see Barry on a monthly basis.
I have other things going on in my life right now (impending surgery being one of them) and areas of my life where I want to grow - areas that don't include Barry.
This doesn't mean I'll never see him in concert again, although I'm not planning it, but I need a break. There's just too much drama in being a fanilow anymore.
With that said, how does one go about saying good-bye to Barry Manilow?
Here's a start:
The Magazine, later called Barry Grams:
Music books for the piano:
... to be housed in their own box, along with years of articles cut out of newspapers and magazines.
Calendars and more tour books and Barry Grams...
Let's not forget the copy of the screenplay for Copacabana:
A few of the LP's, the rest are still in storage from when I got married and moved.
All piled nicely into a plastic storage container:
Oh, and we can't forget the mousepad I bought in Vegas:
And now we're ready for storage.
Honestly, this isn't all of it, there's still the cassettes, CD's and DVD's which will also go to storage. Maybe someday I'll sell it all, but right now, I'm content with not having to look at Barry's face anymore.
Oh, and in case you're wondering, his pictures and music have been deleted from my iPod Touch. I still have them electronically stored, just not where I can get to them easily.
Au Revoir, Barry.