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Carol Perkins: Engelbert

By Carol Perkins

We were early. Too early. I thought the concert started at seven, so we were there at 6:30. It started at seven-thirty. Guy let me out in front of the Taft Theatre in Cincinnati while he parked.

I stood with the white-haired ladies, stepped around canes and walkers, and waited while keeping my cane out of the path of others. We were there to see Engelbert Humperdinck the day after his eighty-sixth birthday. Since he was a young man and my friends and I were even younger, I have followed him and swooned as if I were sixteen. While some were pining over Tom Jones, we were obsessed with Engelbert. Obsessed might be too strong a word.

With time to spare, I people-watched. Most were our age, and some younger ones (60s) were there with their mothers. The lady in front of me remembered seeing him fifty-five years ago when she took her mother to a concert. Her daughter now brought her.

He took the stage slowly.


Walking carefully and purposefully. Almost a mosey. I felt for him. However, when he began to sing, the same voice I had listened to for years flowed. His dancing was a shuffle, and his waltzing across the stage was more of a gimp, but his voice was still powerful. His hit, "A Man Without Love," has risen to the charts after fifty-five years, featured on Marvel's Disney Plus show, "Moon Knight." According to his report, it has had 15.9 million streams on Spotify. What does this mean for people like me and you? The best years don't have to be behind us.

He passed out his signature red scarves at the end of his two-hour performance. (I have one in a drawer wrapped tightly in a small bag from years ago when I saw him at the Palace in Louisville. I've written about that night.) When I posted pictures on Facebook, one of my former students sent me a message that she remembered about me telling the story of going to see Engelbert. I must have painted a vivid picture!

"I wonder where he's staying," I said when we returned to our hotel. Guy looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "Don't even think about it. I'm not chasing Engelbert." No one invited him!


You can contact Carol at carolperkins06@gmail.com.


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