
Introduction
It is the greatest heist in the history of adult contemporary music, a meticulously crafted illusion that has brought millions to tears for nearly five decades. When the lights dim in a crowded arena and the first haunting piano chords of “Weekend in New England” resonate through the air, the audience falls into a collective trance. They see a man yearning for a lost coastal romance, a soul tethered to a “long rocky beach” and a lover by the bay. But as the investigation into this 1976 masterpiece reveals, the man on stage was performing a ghost story that didn’t belong to him.

The scandal isn’t just that the iconic title is a “phantom”—never once uttered in the song’s three minutes and forty-five seconds of agonizing longing. The real shocker? Barry Manilow, the king of the romantic ballad, was singing a lie. The words were the private diary of Randy Edelman, a struggling composer who captured a fleeting, real-life tryst and tucked it away as a B-side. It was Arista Records mogul Clive Davis who saw the “marketable pain” in Edelman’s melody and forced the song into Manilow’s hands. At the time, Barry was a man living a double life, trapped between the sanitized “sex symbol” image the industry demanded and the wreckage of his own past—including a “perfect” marriage to Susan Deixler that had been legally erased through an annulment just years prior.
When Manilow sings, “Time in New England took me away,” he isn’t reminiscing about a trip he took; he is channeling the universal frequency of a man who knows what it feels like to have a life “annulled.” The absence of the title “Weekend in New England” from the lyrics is more than a creative quirk; it is a metaphor for the hollow spaces in Manilow’s own biography during the height of the 1970s. He was a Brooklyn boy who had never lived the New England dream, yet he sold it so convincingly that the region adopted the song as an unofficial anthem.

This deep dive exposes the clinical precision with which the music industry manufactures “sincerity.” We explore the 1976 recording session where Manilow, under immense pressure to follow up the success of “Mandy,” had to find a way to inhabit Edelman’s memories. How does a performer make a “phantom” title feel like a lived reality? And why did the world collectively agree to ignore the fact that the song’s most famous phrase is a ghost? This is the story of a man who reached the top of the charts by becoming a vessel for a stranger’s heartbreak, while his own secrets remained buried beneath the velvet curtains of Broadway.
