I’ve known Rick Barry long before he became an Asbury Park mainstay. I can remember one of the first times I saw him live and immediately noticed his flair for songwriting and storytelling. As a real journeyman of honesty and emotion, Barry weaved tapestries of sadness and glory, happiness and darkened shades of melancholy all made up and dug deep within the character of this complicated writer. Rick Barry has a particular way of self-depreciation that is never warranted or deserved. If there was ever a writer that took things profoundly personal or listened to other opinions of his …
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