Yes Tammy, there is a Michael McDonald. From the throaty notes of that husky voice, to the breathtaking baby blue’s, there is a Michael McDonald. Once you’ve seen that wispy white beard open to reveal the heart-warming soul that lies within, you are a changed person.
For me it was my 9th birthday. I was frolicking, like all the cool 9 year old’s were doing at the time, when I came upon a local grocery store. It was a typical summer afternoon, hot as all get out. In search of the illusive gumball machine, I wandered in. This time… this time it wasn’t just a gumball machine that I found, it was the sweet, sweet vocals of one Michael McDonald. Though it wasn’t until many years later that I came to realize what had been bestowed upon me that day. Ain’t no gumball sweet enough.