You Love Neil Diamond, And It’s Okay To Admit It
Are you a closeted Neil Diamond Fan? Don’t worry, you aren’t alone.
Recently, a listener reached out to me to ask for help. He was also a closeted Neil Diamond Fan and felt a ton of shame because of his love for the man “Forever in Blue Jeans”. He told me he only sings Neil Diamond songs in private, in the shower or even just in his head. He never blasts the songs loudly in his car or in public. Where he could be caught stone cold in a “Song Sung Blue.”
Why It’s Okay To Like Neil Diamond
The man is a national treasure. According to billboard.com, he has sold over 100 million records and has racked up 13 Top 10 hits, including three number ones. He was inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame in 2011. And, fun fact… he has smoked cigarettes in front of his high school with Barbra Streisand, according to goldradiouk.com. Surprised? Me too.
Nationwide, there seems to be enough Diamond fans to warrant an entire Broadway musical about the guy. “A Beautiful Noise – The Neil Diamond Musical” has been open on Broadway since 2022. And if you’re interested (even if you won’t admit it), the last show is June 30, 2024, according to abeautifulnoisethemusical.com.
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And Las Vegas LOVES Mr. “Heartlight”. We have the “King of Diamonds – Neil Diamond Tribute” Show at the Alexis Park Resort. And “Legends in Concert”, which has been a Vegas staple for years, has multiple performers that impersonate Diamond. Because the more Neil, the more “Cheesy Cheesy”… I mean, “Cherry Cherry.”
Neil Diamond On The Big Screen
Over the years, Neil has graced us with his presence in movies too. According to imdb.com, Diamond’s films have included “Jazz Singer”, “Keeping up with the Steins”, and the most EPIC appearance in “Saving Silverman”.
The bottom line is this. It’s okay to love Neil Diamond.
Because Neil is so bad, he’s good. Neil is Cheese… not those Kraft American slices, but not Gouda either. He’s Velveeta. That creamy, smooth pot of deliciousness that you don’t know even know what it’s made of but you still want to dip your fingers into. He’s not champagne, but he’s not fine wine either. He’s red zinfandel in a box. Not wool, or leather. He’s polyester. Cheap and old ladies dig him.
So come out of the Neil Diamond Closet. You aren’t alone. No need to be ashamed. Be proud of your love for Mr. “Sweet Caroline.”
Just don’t blast that crap in public.