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Introduction
There is a specific kind of madness reserved for the world’s greatest entertainers. It is a psychological override switch that allows them to ignore biology for the sake of the encore. For Barry Manilow, this madness manifested in his hips, which by 2011 had become a torture chamber of bone-on-bone friction.
We see the sequins. We see the million-dollar smile. We see the “Manilow Shuffle.” But what the audience in Las Vegas didn’t see was the gruesome reality unfolding beneath the tuxedo trousers. Manilow wasn’t just “sore”; he was suffering from a catastrophic mechanical failure of the human body.
His abductor muscles—the critical tissue that allows a human being to stand upright and walk—were reportedly torn from the bone.
Let that sink in. Most people would be in a hospital bed, immobilized on morphine. Barry Manilow was doing kick-lines.
The medical saga is a horror story of tenacity. He underwent surgery to repair the torn muscles, a procedure that requires weeks of absolute stillness. Yet, driven by a terrifying commitment to his fans (and perhaps a fear of irrelevance), he rushed back to the stage. He was famously rushed to the hospital again after a performance in New York, the pain finally overriding his adrenaline. He was performing with a body that was actively disintegrating.
Why? Because in the brutal economy of Show Business, “The Show Must Go On” is not a cliché; it is a blood oath. Manilow knew that a cancelled residency could mean the end of his reign. So, he turned his body into a war zone, pumped full of corticosteroids and sheer will, masking the agony with a key change. He wasn’t dancing; he was surviving a physical assault from within, proving that the price of eternal youth is often paid in titanium and scar tissue.