admin2

Last night felt different. Neil Diamond’s son walked onstage and sang “Sweet Caroline,” not to impress, not to imitate, but to speak. The melody came in soft, familiar. Neil Diamond lowered his head in the audience, listening as a father, not an icon. There were no big gestures. Just gratitude carried in steady notes. Decades of music, battles, and reinvention seemed to fold into that room. When the chorus rose, time thinned. Fame faded. What remained was a message passed gently from son to father. It didn’t feel like a performance. It felt like a life being answered.

Introduction Neil Diamond, “Sweet Caroline,” and the Night a Son Sang the Story Back to...