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Richard Marx is trapped in my head, and I didn’t even know it.

My wife decided that the theme of our next Speak Up show at Infinity Music Hall in Hartford would be “Should’ve Known Better.” We decided this in the car on the way to New York. As she spoke the words aloud, I said, “Isn’t there a song called Should’ve Known Better?  And there is. It’s…

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Why do I remember my childhood with such clarity when so many others do not?

My wife says I have an excellent memory. I’ve never thought so, but it’s true that I can lock a story into my mind and manipulate it onstage without much difficulty. That said, my visual memory is almost nonexistent. My wife also says that if she were placed in a lineup with five other brunettes,…

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