I loved Lionel Richie when I was young – which means my folks were fans, I remember the records (his solo ones, and the great music from the Commodores – I couldn’t always tell the difference) around the house; tapes for the car-trips too…and then I arrived back at Lionel a few years ago. An adult. A fan. A fan for life – perhaps. I’ve copped some grief…
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