Ever wonder what it would be like if you messed with Richard Marx on his home turf? Well, you’re in luck because this piece — "Right Here Waiting" — addresses your question. And even if you weren’t wondering, the answer is worth reading.:
Richard Marx sat down next to me. We shook hands. He was wearing skinny jeans and a leather jacket. His black hair was combed in a pompadour. I don’t think he’s had a face-lift, but his skin looked like Silly Putty shaped over his cheekbones. He reminded me a little of Rick Springfield or David Cassidy—pop stars who try so hard to avoid aging they end up looking like bony versions of their youthful selves.
“Explain to me why I’m shameless,” Richard Marx said.