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Introduction
For nearly five decades, “I Write the Songs” has floated through American radio like a warm, shimmering memory—Barry Manilow’s voice gliding over a melody that felt too perfect, too polished, too emotional to belong to anyone but him. It became the anthem that defined his rise, the song that carved his name into music history, the track that won him the Grammy for Song of the Year and climbed straight to the top of the Billboard Hot 100, securing his place among the elite.
But behind the spotlight and applause, there has always been one lingering secret—one that fans whispered about, critics debated, and insiders danced around for years. A secret that, until now, Barry himself rarely touched directly.
And finally, after decades of speculation, he has chosen to break the silence.
To understand the shockwave now rippling through the music world, you have to go back to the winter of 1975—Los Angeles, smoke-filled studios, managers fighting over contracts, and a young Manilow standing at the edge of a fame he never expected, singing a song that wasn’t even supposed to be his. The truth? Barry Manilow didn’t write “I Write the Songs.”
The irony was too sharp, too strange, too poetic for fans to accept. The song that became synonymous with his identity—his artistry, his magic—was actually written by Beach Boys member Bruce Johnston, a fact technically known but rarely acknowledged on the emotional level. Millions believed the words came from Barry’s heart… and he let them. Because for him, the song did come from his heart, even if he wasn’t the one who put pen to paper.
But here’s where the story twists.
According to Manilow, those early years were filled with brutal pressure—executives pushing for hits, managers demanding radio gold, and fans hungry for emotional connection. “I Write the Songs” arrived at exactly the right moment, but its message overshadowed everything else. It became the defining symbol of Barry as a songwriter, even though he didn’t author it. And while he tried to correct the misunderstanding gently throughout the years, the world only heard what it wanted to hear.
Today, as he reflects on the song’s Grammy win, its Billboard triumph, and its lasting legacy, Barry Manilow finally lifts the curtain on what the record really meant to him—the burden, the gratitude, the strange duality of becoming famous for a song about writing songs that he didn’t write.
And the revelation is powerful, vulnerable, and unlike anything he’s ever admitted before.