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Peter Cetera sings for the glory of Love



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FUNFARE By Ricardo F. Lo Updated February 04, 2009 12:00 AM

In the late ’60s, the rock band Chicago captured the imagination of millions worldwide with its exquisite and endearing sound that produced such hits as If You Leave Me Now; Hard To Say I’m Sorry; Baby, What a Big Surprise; You’re My Inspiration; Stay The Night; Love Me Tomorrow; Happy Man; Feeling Stronger Every Day; Along Comes a Woman, etc.

The voice behind these songs was Peter Cetera who broke away from the band in the mid-’80s. As a solo artist, Cetera came up with more hits, including Just You And Me, I’ve Been Searching For So Long, Call On Me, Wishing You Were Here, Old Days, No Tell Lover, The Next Time I Fall (a duet with Amy Grant), Feels Like Heaven (a duet with Chaka Khan), After All (a duet with Cher, included in the movie Chances Are), No Explanations (from the movie Pretty Woman), Hold Me Till The Morning Comes (a duet with Paul Anka) and, but of course, Glory Of Love, theme song of the movie The Karate Kid Part II which was nominated for a Best Song Oscar.

Cetera is starring in a Valentine concert on Feb. 14 at the Araneta Coliseum, which marks the Philippine debut of his acclaimed “Symphony Tour” group which features a 42-piece symphony orchestra.

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