small diner somewhere in rural Pennsylvania, [music] 1994. Neil Diamond sat alone in a corner booth, wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, grateful…
TD Garden, [music] Boston, October 1997. Neil Diamond stopped mid-p performance of Sweet Caroline [music] when he saw something that made his voice…
The International Hotel showroom could hold 2,000 people. And tonight, it held exactly that. Every seat filled, every table occupied, every pair of…
Banged Records, New York City, 1966. Neil Diamond sat across from Bert Burns, the legendary producer with connections to the Genoies crime family.…
How does it feel to be one of the bestselling artists of all time? The question sounds simple, almost playful. Are you talking…
I can still hear it. That sound. The echo of thousands of voices chanting my name. The vibration of the drums beneath my…
Celebrities just do photo ops. The hospital director crosses his arms watching Michael Jackson walk toward the pediatric ward. 15 minutes maximum, then…
Black artists don’t sell internationally. The record executive leans back in his leather chair, confident, certain like he’s stating a law of physics,…
Mr. Jackson, please get in the car. Ignore him. The security guard steps between Michael and the homeless man outside the restaurant, trying…
This stage isn’t big enough for both of us. Prince leans against the wall backstage at the American Music Awards, arms crossed, staring…