Parkinson’s Forces ‘70s Music Legend Out of the Limelight — Find Out What Happened

From Stadiums to Studios: A Music Icon’s Journey

Once a stadium-filling legend, he now finds solace in a quiet Los Angeles studio, surrounded by

awards and memories. Though no longer driven by fame, music remains his lifeline.

Born January 24, 1941, in Brooklyn, he grew up in a Jewish family and found music early. As a teen,

he wrote songs, played guitar, and performed in NYC clubs. His breakthrough came in the mid-1960s with

hits like Solitary Man and Cherry, Cherry. The Monkees’ success with his songs, including I’m a Believer, boosted his reputation.

By the late 1960s and ’70s, he was both a hitmaker and performer, with classics like Sweet Caroline, Song Sung Blue, and a duet with

Barbra Streisand, You Don’t Bring Me Flowers. Dubbed “the Jewish Elvis,” he remained a top touring act through the ’80s and ’90s.

In 2018, he was diagnosed with Parkinson’s and retired from touring. Though the disease ended live shows, he continues to write and record.

His studio became a sanctuary, and the Broadway show A Beautiful Noise offered a new way to connect with fans.

At 84, his voice and passion endure—proof that music still shapes his life.

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