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Donna Summer, “Dim All the Lights”: My Personal Memories of One of the All-Time Great Singers

Donna Summer, “Dim All the Lights”: My Personal Memories of One of the All-Time Great Singers


May 17th is the anniversary of Donna Summer’s death, which came as a shock to her fans around the world having kept her illness a secret to even those she regarded as close friends. Though her passing was widely reported at the time, the coverage was limited in scope, as so much of it boxed in one of our most virtuosic vocalists as the “Queen of Disco,” essentially burying her with a mirrored ball tied to her feet (which she would have loathed).  I was troubled that so many of the obituaries were dry, fact-based lists of her accomplishments, wholly lacking in heart, failing to convey the true measure of her spirit or cultural impact. I knew Donna and worked with her over the years. On this anniversary, I want to share my feelings about her in a way that more vividly and emotionally reflects her legacy.

My first memories of meeting Donna have the dreamlike quality of one of her 20-minute musical suites. It was 1989, a good year for Donna Summer, who had just scored her first huge hit in several years with “This Time I Know It’s For Real,” a worldwide, multi-format success. I knew the chart positions in every country because at the time I worked as an assistant to the head of public relations at Warner Music International, Donna’s label. One of the best parts of my job was to occasionally look after artists while they were in New York for promotion. With Donna, this never felt like work because she and her husband Bruce Sudano were real people: down-to-earth and kind.

One afternoon my boss was busy and asked me to accompany Donna and Bruce to the Roseland Ballroom for a radio show soundcheck. This was what was referred to as a “track date,” meaning that Donna would be singing live to a pre-recorded track to promote the album Another Place and Time. That was the first time I heard Donna Summer’s voice live, and it was a musical moment that still produces intense euphoric recall. Donna was fairly unassuming, and hadn’t been noticed much amidst the environment of chaos that filled the room. And then she began to sing.

The track for “Love’s About to Change My Heart,” the album’s second single, began with a hallmark Donna Summer-ballad intro. At first, her voice was lost amidst the ballroom’s din: “I never needed someone/Cause I always led a life of my own.” By the third line, I noticed the energy began to change, heads whipped around, immediately identifying the unmistakable sound of Donna Summer. The song continued, building, growing, Donna standing with one hand on her hip, casual, in jeans with a big hat, big smile, and that sound just emerging from her body with seeming effortlessness.

The room had become hushed, the rapt silence creating an atmosphere of reverence and respect. She gave hand signals to the sound guy to adjust her levels: a secret language. The rest of us just stood and listened, rather stunned. “How does a person even do this?” I remember thinking. The voice: clear, brilliant, throbbing, thrilling. By the time the song’s rhythm track kicked in, a group of disparate people, many technicians (who generally don’t give a shit) had become a Donna Summer audience.

At the song’s crescendo, each note moving up a half-tone on the scale, until it reaches the payoff, the money note: “Love’s about to change, change, change, my… heart.” I looked at Donna’s face, which seemed to say, “Nothing to it,” but to the listener it was everything; the moment was sublime, the essence of Donna Summer’s artistry. She sang like Fred Astaire danced.

Donna Summer painting
This mural was painted within days of Donna’s passing.

Though Donna Summer was synonymous with disco, there was so much more to her stylistically. To listen to recordings like “Hot Stuff,” “Cold Love” or “Protection” (which was written expressly for Donna by Bruce Springsteen, a fan), to name just a few examples, is to hear authentic rock ‘n roll vocals: shredding and balls to the wall. To hear her recording of the Billy Strayhorn standard “Lush Life,” her own Giorgio Moroder/Pete Bellotte swing era-tinged collaboration “I Remember Yesterday,” or her recording of Evita’s “Don’t Cry For Me Argentina,” is to hear a theatrical voice of exceptional power and interpretive acuity (Donna got her start on stage, in the German production of <em>Hair)</em>.  To listen to the 1982 Quincy Jones-produced album Donna Summer, especially its first single, “Finger On The Trigger (Love Is in Control),” as well as her subsequent single, “Mystery of Love,” is to have the odd sensation of beholding the complete chassis of the Michael Jackson Thriller-era pop sound, only the car’s exterior is now regally personified by Donna Summer and the hood ornament is a sparkling “D.”

After the disco juggernaut was snuffed out, radio changed and Donna’s career continued as she experimented with other musical genres, scoring some of her biggest hits, like “She Works Hard for the Money” and the exuberant, reggae-flavored “Unconditional Love” in the post-disco era. Of course, anytime she even opened her mouth, no matter what came out or what year it was, the result was a number one dance record. Like the concept suggested by the titles of two of her albums, I’m A Rainbow and Crayons, Donna’s musical curiosity and diversity allowed her to paint in many colors. It’s no surprise then that she was also a fine artist of notable skill. I remember helping to plan what I think was her first major art show in New York during that first encounter in 1989.

There were three separate periods in my music career where Donna and I orbited each other and I am so grateful for each and every memory. But first, for me and for so many other people, Donna’s music was the soundtrack of my adolescence. In junior high school, not an easy time, Donna’s voice comforted me and consoled me as I dreamed of nights on the dance floor that I was just a few years too young to live out in real life. Her music transported me to light of New York City and Studio 54, just 35 miles away, but so much farther than that if you were an unhappy teenager.

Instead of dancing at the clubs, I danced around my bedroom. In the winter of ninth grade, as I obsessed about my lack of popularity and redecorated my bedroom for the twentieth time, I wore out my copy of Donna Summer Live and More, communing with the outstanding die-cut album art and reading the label copy over and over as if it were a sacred text.

I met Donna initially during my aforementioned stint at Warner Music. This was a period when I was also writing songs myself. Like many young people who worked at the labels, I was also pursuing my own musical aspirations when I wasn’t in the office. My commitment to songwriting and passion for pop music, coupled with my youth, made this a very heady time for me, as I was beginning to meet some of the people who I had heretofore only dreamed about. This made me particularly vulnerable to the social advances of Paul Jabara, who wrote the Oscar-winning “Last Dance” for Donna, and whose larger-than-life personality redefined pushy. He was an amazing force of nature: a Lebanese Mama Rose, and a songwriting God to me.

Paul co-wrote “No More Tears (Enough is Enough)” with my friend and future boss, Bruce Roberts. Here is Paul with Barbra and Donna. This must have been outside the recording studio. Where is Bruce?  He was in the bathroom and Paul arranged the timing specifically to exclude Bruce, which was typical.

Paul had begun to call our offices trying to find out what Donna was up to (tracking someone down was much harder to do in the pre-digital era, you had to “call around.”) Sensing a sympathetic spirit in me (read “gay”), Paul poured on the charm, and without much hesitation, I disclosed that I had reason to believe that Donna and Bruce just might be going to Elaine’s, the legendary Upper East Side restaurant, after the Roseland show. Paul had been down, his productivity hamstrung by his battle with AIDS and a serious coke habit, none of which I knew at first. What I did know was that he seemed to crave the connection to Donna, his old friend, as a different kind of fix — a sort of talisman that he was still “hot.” I identified with so much of Paul’s desperation to be validated without understanding why. Drawn to his charisma, flattered by his attention, I agreed to bring him as my guest to Roseland. Thus began a short, but memorable, friendship.

Paul was a trip. Everything was completely over-the-top with him, and even though I later found out he was already pretty sick, you couldn’t easily tell. His enthusiasm was infectious. Hanging out with him, you could see how his pushiness coupled with his talent resulted in such great success. He had that amazing blend of pathological determination, unwillingness to compromise, and a need to be acknowledged that I’ve only recognized in other people who are carrying childhood trauma like heavy backpacks through their lives.

After the show, Paul said, “Okay, sweetie, let’s go to Elaine’s.” At this, I panicked. “But Paul, I can’t; I wasn’t invited and if my boss finds out she’ll fire me. ” I was frightened of my supervisor, and with good reason: She was territorial and terrifying. “Don’t worry, kiddo, you’re with me and if anything happens I’ll say I brought you. Besides, don’t you want to have dinner with Donna Summer?” The truth is I wanted to have dinner with Donna very much. I also wanted to have courage like Paul Jabara, so I borrowed his. The resulting meal was the first time I had ever had dined with a star.

When we got to Elaine’s, Paul said hello to its owner, Elaine Kaufman, who personally whisked us in to the room and led us to a preferred table where Donna held court. I’d never been to a restaurant where there were famous people anywhere but in pictures on the wall. I noticed something magical about the energy in the room, as if I had crossed over into some other universe where everything looks the same but is somehow just better. It seemed to me that the air was imbued with magic, and all the things you dreamed about as a sad kid that would make you feel less awful about yourself had actually fulfilled their promise.

Donna Summer Illustration
Donna Summer, by Alvaro*.

Donna seemed surprisingly happy to see Paul, and completely unsurprised that I would be there, which struck me as odd; never having been around celebrities socially, I was unacquainted with the casual dynamic of posses and hangers-on. Paul sat me right next to Donna, who treated me immediately like an old friend. In that very moment I stopped caring about what my boss would say, because in that second, and perhaps for the first time in my life, I felt exponentially less terrible about being me. David Munk from East Brunswick, New Jersey was sitting at Elaine’s with Paul Jabara and Donna Summer! This might be accurately regarded as the first time I experienced the drug-like effect of celebrity or, to be more specific, proximity to celebrity.

Donna asked me if I liked the show and wanted to know how I thought it sounded from the audience, which blew my mind. Had I had stepped into a dream where all the pain of my childhood was seemingly ameliorated by my simple proximity to Donna Summer? I looked around the table at six other gay men who, no doubt, felt the same way I did, but I also felt some bitchiness: They envied my preferential seating next to Donna.

At some point during the meal, the conversation came around to a subject that seemed painful to Donna, the alleged homophobic comments that she’d made about AIDS being God’s revenge on gay people. Of course, I had heard the rumors which had been repeated so many times they seemed to have acquired an air of legitimacy and, what’s worse, had had a negative impact on Donna’s career, upsetting her core fan base to such an extent that some had turned their back on the woman they had once regarded as “the Queen.”

Paul practically screamed to me, “Look at this table, David,” with a huge gesture pointing out six gay men, one well-adjusted husband and Donna Summer. “I ask you, is this what the dinner table of a homophobic person would actually look like?” He had a point, but then, I’d never believed the rumors in the first place. “Really, David,” Donna said, her voice quiet and touched with sadness, “I love everyone,” she added defensively, “I would never, ever make a comment like that.” I thought it was odd that she felt compelled to set the record straight to me, a starstruck assistant. “No woman in my position could even function for a day without gay men in her life. I love my gay friends.” “You see,” Paul added, “She never said that about gay men. She loves us.”

I saw Paul periodically after that. I would go over to his apartment and he would make me spaghetti and listen to my demos while he did lines of coke off a table. He seemed lonely. He even let me hold the Oscar he had won for writing “Last Dance.” Even better were his critiques of my work: an Academy Award-winning songwriter tutoring me. “This is good but you have to bring the vocals forward, David. Always keep the vocals in the front of the mix,” he would remonstrate, “Always!” We’d listen to music and he’d tell me stories. He was an odd study in opposites: determined and defeated, embittered but hopeful.

No matter how sick Paul got, I’m certain his relationship with Donna always represented the apex of his success as well as his last, best chance of having another hit. When I found out three years later that he had died from AIDS, I was extremely sad. I’d had no idea. The news of his illness, in that terrible decade when it seemed like almost everyone died, put his emotional neediness in a different perspective, as well as making his adoration of Donna and his abiding hope for having another “great moment” all the more poignant. I didn’t understand him very well at that age, but looking back from this vantage point, after my own years of career highs and lows, I think I understand him better.

Now Donna is gone as well; I can feel the same heaviness in my heart that I felt when Paul died, for they were kindred. But there was a third person: Donna was also deeply connected to Bruce Roberts, who co-wrote “No More Tears (Enough is Enough)” with Jabara and for whom I worked in the late 1990s. It was during that time in Los Angeles, via Bruce, that Donna came back into my life and I got to know her better and spend more time with her.

I remember one day when I was in the office, which was in Bruce’s home. Bruce had gone shopping to Barney’s with Donna, an outing that I knew he relished (“David, you should have seen the faces of the staff behind the counter when Donna walked up, you’ve never seen such love.”) I was working at my desk and listening to Lena Horne’s recording of “Stormy Weather.” I remember the name of the song because I wrote in my journal that night. “Life is bare/Gloom and mis’ry everywhere/Stormy weather.”

Suddenly the vocal was strangely doubled. I thought my speaker wires were loose. “Just can’t get my poor self together.” Suddenly Donna sashays into the room, arms rolling in a waving motion and her voice — that voice — joining with the great Lena Horne and singing just for me. Donna was like that: spontaneous, playful and not afraid to use that vocal gift to have fun, to make a point, to celebrate life. Bruce had set the whole thing up so she would walk in and surprise me.

She wasn’t precious about her singing; she shared it freely and with no self-consciousness. I think she enjoyed what the power of her voice and what her presence could do in any context. I will always see her that way: in an imaginary spotlight in front of my desk in Bruce’s house, belting “Stormy Weather,” standing on Lena’s shoulders and giving me a “forever” moment, one that I can, in turn, share with you now

In these desultory days of auto-tune, when singer and pole dancer — two professions with formerly diametrically opposed skill-sets — are now, sadly, interchangeable, Donna Summer’s protean abilities seem even more impressive. Only in what’s left of the music business can you be a singer without really being able to sing. The fact that in addition to having that voice, Donna Summer wrote or co-wrote almost every one of her iconic songs is a detail that should be considered when properly assessing her place in history.

It is a fact that Summer was, along with the Bee Gees, the recording artist who most completely captured the essence of what was first affectionately, then derisively called “Disco” music in the late 1970s. But what gets obfuscated in yoking the singer to the “Queen of Disco” sobriquet is her true range as an artist. “Disco” died in 1979 because the homophobic, racist majority felt threatened by what was an unabashed celebration of African-American and gay urban culture, forcing the word disco to shape-shift into the less descriptive (and less overtly gay) “Dance Music.” Donna Summer was simply one of the best singers, period.

In the end, I think she’d like to be remembered as a great musician whose stunning, soaring voice brought joy to people all over the world for almost forty years. In order to do that, you can’t just define a trend: You must transcend it and create something that endures. Donna Summer’s music will endure. That is her legacy and it is everyone’s to celebrate.

 A different version of this piece also appeared in the Huffington Post.


The Great Natalie Cole

May 2015: I asked my friend Natalie Cole, who knew Donna going all the way back to the 1970s, if she would share what comes to her mind when she remembers her friend so that I could include it here.   Incidentally, the last time I ever saw Donna was actually with Natalie, implausibly enough, at Liza Minnelli’s bridal shower (which, in addition to perhaps, being one of the gayest sentences ever written, also has to go down as one of the strangest parties I ever attended, but that’s a story for another day).  I remember Donna and Natalie got up and sang together, two of our greatest singers just having fun and joining together in song to honor a third, no matter how misguided the occasion.  That image was very, very much in the spirit of Donna Summer, and I’m struck by how much my last memory of Donna echoes Natalie’s.

Here is what Natalie wrote and I’m very grateful that she took the time to share her feelings about Donna:

The last time I saw Donna was just last winter at (producer) David Foster’s wedding.  A bunch of singers were there and we all got up and sang….lots of fun.  Donna looked great and sounded nice and strong.  We worked together off and on through the years, but she really blew my mind when she began to show me her art work…beautiful things on big canvases.  Donna was a great girl:  beautiful, strong, smart and funny and, of course, gifted.  Hard for me to keep this short.  I admired and loved her dearly.”


*About the artist:

Alvaro is a world-renowned artist celebrated for his portraits and illustrations of the icons of film, music, and pop culture, as well as his “girls”—the super models. A true New Yorker, born in Brooklyn and raised in the South Bronx, Alvaro’s work is distinctive for projecting a contemporary streetwise sensibility while simultaneously evoking the timeless glamour of classic Hollywood.


More Donna Summer:

12 Holiday Songs You’ve (Probably) Never Heard, Day Eleven: Donna Summer’s Christmas is Here

13 Songs That Should Have Been Top-Ten Hits: or, Has the Beat Killed Melody on American Radio?

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  1. Marc Nathan
    May 23, 2012 at 4:13 pm

    How do I not know you David… I’ve known Bruce since 1972ish… worked with Donna at both Casablanca and Atlantic. Found Paul Jabara’s house keys in the gym WAY before anyone knew who he was 🙂 and Loved every word you wrote here.

    • David Munk
      May 23, 2012 at 7:20 pm

      Hi Marc. Wow, well thank you for the kind words and for taking the time to read this piece. David

  2. Woody
    May 23, 2012 at 8:21 pm

    Great article – reminds me of those very same years and some of those very same people 🙂

    • David Munk
      May 24, 2012 at 10:56 am

      Hi Woody. you know I was thinking of you at times when I wrote this, knowing that you were around, especially during the Atlantic period, obviously and I was hoping you’d read it. Thanks so much as always for taking the time to check in. It seems like a long time ago and just yesterday, right? All my best. Love David

  3. Keith
    May 24, 2012 at 12:27 am

    Thank you for sharing your memories. We’ve lost a treasure.

    • David Munk
      May 24, 2012 at 10:57 am

      Agreed Keith. Thanks for reading and please stay in touch. David

  4. Russ
    May 24, 2012 at 1:45 pm

    David, thank you for such a great, inspiring and touching tribute. Not only did I find it interesting but comforting as well!

    Not sure if you got to hear an unreleased song from Donna’s SONY sessions (circa 2001) called, Adonai. It’s on SoudCloud. Her voice was still a thing to behold! The song has really comforted me since she passed. Take care.

    • David Munk
      May 24, 2012 at 1:48 pm

      Hi Russ. Thanks so much for taking the time to read my work. Please feel free to share it. I am going to check out that song. I’m not familiar with it and look forward to hearing it. Stay in touch! David

  5. Russ
    May 25, 2012 at 1:33 am

    David, try this link:

    If that doesn’t work, you can friend me on facebook. (Russ Noe) I have it posted. You can friend me either way. We’re both Donna fans!

  6. Harv Junior
    May 25, 2012 at 5:46 pm

    First of all, extremely well told story, David. I had no idea that you were that connected with Donna–and for that matter that you had relationships with all 4 people responsible for creating “Enough Is Enough.” You have witnessed a lot of popular music history in the way that the rest of us can only imagine. I’m reading this story and my eyes are bugging out of my head. And you have so many other stories! The best part is that your stories are not dishy or gossipy. I there is a memoir or two in all of this. We’ll talk.

    • David Munk
      May 25, 2012 at 8:53 pm

      Oh Harv. Thanks for the nice words — I’m glad you liked it. xx

  7. Carlos Santos
    May 25, 2012 at 6:05 pm

    Oh man… Thank you for making me cry… You know, happiness makes us cry sometimes and you brought me lots of happiness with your article! God bless you and our beloved Donna. Hugs from Brazil.

    • David Munk
      May 25, 2012 at 8:56 pm

      Oi Carlos! Como vai. Tudo bem muito obrigado pela sua mesagem. I don’t really speak Portuguese, but my boyfriend does and he just told me how to say that to you! Please keep reading my work — it means so much to me! David

  8. Nse Ette
    May 25, 2012 at 6:16 pm

    David, what an absolutely brilliant, insightful, and well written article. Thank you.

    • David Munk
      May 25, 2012 at 8:56 pm

      Awfully nice of you to say. please feel free to share the piece and keep reading in the future. David

  9. Quique (Spain)
    May 27, 2012 at 1:54 am

    Hi, David. I just wanted to thank you for such an excellent written, heartfelt, illustrative and sensitive essay, which I’ve read with much interest, bittersweet feelings and some sort of melancholic joy. Muchas gracias for sharing your Donna Summer memories, feelings and thoughts with us, the rest of the world. It’s been a real pleasure, believe me.

    • David Munk
      May 27, 2012 at 7:30 pm

      Amigo, muchisimas gracias por leer mi Blog. Creo que es un honor que algiuen en Espana tomo el tiempo para leer mi Blog. WOW. Que honor!! Agredesco tus commentaries positives e espero que continua legendo mi Blog. Por favor, toma la liberated de pasar mi Blog a tus amigos, colegas y otros hermanos y hermanas Espanolas. Se lo voy agradeser infinitisimo. Un fuerte abrazp y saludos coordinales.

      I asked my boyfriend who is Cuban to express what I felt in Spanish. I actually don’t speak Spanish…


  10. Sandi
    June 5, 2012 at 11:28 pm

    One word. WOW!

    • David Munk
      June 7, 2012 at 11:19 am

      thank you honey. xx

  11. Grant Burnside
    July 3, 2012 at 1:10 pm

    This is one of the finest articles I have ever read about the late, great and much missed Donna Summer. I am a mere fan, but a mere fan with a determination and drive to somehow get to know the workings behind the great lady herself. I offered my writing services after realising that all the information we were getting here in London back in the day was either out of date or wrong.

    Her offices on Vine Street in L.A. were in an old disused theatre, where she rehearsed and pretty much ran her day to day business, not far from her then home in Hancock Park.

    Before long I was over there, with my beautiful sister karen, and boy were we met with warmth and friendliness, by all of Donna’s family, friends and colleagues. I eventually met Donna herself a while later, introduced to her by her father Andrew, who was a sweetheart himself, a towering gentle giant of a man.

    What can I say about Donna? She was immediately friendly, unassuming and so very easy to be with. It was great to see her with her family all around her, it’s most definitely this which kept her feet firmly on the ground throughout the crazy fame years of her life.

    We met several times over the years, eventually introducing her to my own Mum whom she thought was hilarious. What can I say?Donna Summer antigay, how very very sad that this was ever even an issue in her life. She knew I was gay and had boyfriends, most likely a different one each time I saw her in the 1980’s, but she never passed judgment on me, she was always nothing but polite, funny and never forgetting to say hi to my mum & sister.

    Your article perfectly captures what I myself found in Donna Summer, the person, the daughter, wife, mother, sister auntie and eventual granny. She was a sweetheart. And she had a voice that cold blow your socks off.

    • David Munk
      July 3, 2012 at 1:37 pm

      Hi Grant,
      What a lovely anecdote. Thank you for sharing your own stories about Donna. I am finding her passing to be a curious challenge for me in a complex set of ways. Hearing from folks who have their own stories makes the hard work of writing this blog by myself very gratifying and remunerates me in a special way. Thanks again for finding me and I hope you’ll stick with my work.

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  14. Frank B
    May 17, 2013 at 3:32 am

    Thank you so much for sharing your story. I had met Donna about three different times. Each time so was so gracious and caring of her fans. My partner and I loved her dearly. I miss her every single day! She had such an impact on my life. A piece of me died with her passing. I will never be the same without her. She is such a piece of my identity. I don’t think I will ever get over her being gone from this world. I do look forward to the day where I will pass to the other side and relish the thought of seeing her in Heaven and singing a song with her!

    • David Munk
      May 26, 2013 at 3:35 pm

      Hi Frank. I’m so glad that you liked the piece and took the time to share your feelings. I hope you’ll keep Stargayzing — maybe sign up for the newsletter on the front page which will make it easier! Thanks again for remembering Donna with me. David

  15. Nick Di Fruscia
    May 17, 2013 at 4:42 pm

    Beautifully written! Miss you my friend

    • David Munk
      May 26, 2013 at 1:56 pm

      Oh Nicky! Thank you so much for reading my blog. I miss you too! And how come somehow you growing a beard makes ME feel old?? Love ya.

  16. Mario Maldonado Alvarado
    May 29, 2013 at 6:47 pm

    David, it’s really hard for me to asume the fact that our beloved Diva is not here anymore, but happy memories are a medicine for the pain (I met her personally after a concert in Mexico city in 1995). I really enjoyed your Story David, thanks for sharing it and I send all my love to my “Friends Unkown”.
    Mario – Tapachula, Chiapas, Mexico.

    • David Munk
      May 30, 2013 at 12:11 pm

      Hi Mario,

      Thank you so much for taking the time to read my piece and for letting me know how you feel. I’m so glad that my story could bring you some smiles and comfort. I hope you’ll keep reading Stargayzing! (you can sign up for the newsletter on the home page. Well generally you can, it seems to be missing this morning, but I hope you’ll do that once I figure out the glitch!) David

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    January 25, 2014 at 9:56 pm

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    • David Munk
      January 28, 2014 at 10:41 pm

      Hi Vicky. Thank you so much for reading and for taking the time to comment. It makes all the hard work worth it. The blog will be live again on Monday with great new content. Thanks again. David

  18. Omari Ali Byrd
    October 28, 2014 at 7:52 am

    Thank you so much for sharing your feelings about Donna. Like you I was too young to dance to some of her major hits on the dance floor but I celebrated her music through radio and the family record player. When I met Donna at a book signing in Manhattan I was so star struck I thought I was going to past out. When I tell my friends about it we laugh to this day. No one has ever had that effect on me. I got to tell her I had been in love with since I was 10 years old it was a thrill I will never forget.

    • David Munk
      October 29, 2014 at 12:41 am

      Hi Omari,

      What a lovely story and I so appreciate you taking the time to share it with me. Donna was very special in so many ways.

      Thanks for reading and I hope you’ll stay in touch with the blog. (There is a monthly newsletter you can sign up for on the home page which makes it really easy to keep up with all the latest.

      Thanks again,


  19. Sebastian
    May 18, 2015 at 12:13 am

    Great article David. Really enjoyed it.

  20. Joel
    May 30, 2015 at 4:34 am

    Like many, the moment I heard Donna’s voice I couldn’t stop listening.
    I never saw her in concert, but it’s good hear that the person with The Voice was as lovely.
    Thank you for sharing your memories 🙂

  21. Niels Zeelenberg
    January 2, 2016 at 5:43 am

    What a great memories David! This year this Dutch boy will be 50. Since my first radio this voice has captured, haunted, mesmerized me. What a story! Magical vibes. Much love. Niels

    • David Munk
      February 25, 2016 at 9:22 am

      Hi Niels,
      Belated thanks for reading my blog. Preparing to relaunch. Hope you’ll sign up for the newsletter and stay in touch. Best, David

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