I have this nifty little stat tracker for my blog - it's pretty fabulous to see where all my hits come from (scary sometimes too - someone from my old work keeps looking and I can't tell who - if you read this please identify yourself!).
So yesterday I posted a bit about Neil Diamond. And OH. MY. GOD. I am not kidding, I got something like 50 hits yesterday stemming from this Neil Diamond fan site out of Hollywood. And the best part is, most of the URLs were out of the U.K.
Yet another reason I love the Brits. They are down with Neil. They are my people.
Most people who know me know that I studied English Lit at the now defunct University of Plymouth Rolle College in Exmouth, a little seaside town in Devon. Hands down, one of the best experiences of my life - at least what I remember of it.
Over many hazy nights in the local Student Union bar, I developed a deep love for Tom Jones, Barry Manilow, and Mr. Neil Diamond. I believe it is nearly impossible not to fall in love with him after belting 'Sweet Caroline' between swills of a pint.
I am positive that many Americans also are in love with Neil Diamond, but over here it is more closeted. The British pub culture has made stunning contributions to the furtherance of cheesetastic music.
Nearly ten years later with those wild days a distant memory, it brings a smile to think of a pub full of people standing and singing along with Neil.
Hello Again to you Neil, it's been a while...
1 comment:
I can now admit that I've seen him in concert and I was the youngest one there by at least 30 years. I liked him before the concert. Not so much after.
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