You Can Find Liberace in the Great Beyond … the Candelabra in This Arizona Home

So our dog Hazel, Hazelberg to our close friends and family, can be a pill. We simply cannot take him anywhere without him drawing out the absolute drama in people. As we were waiting in the drive-thru lane at the bank, the lady in front of us got out of her car and yelled, “Can you please shut your dog up, he’s torturing my baby!”

Torturing? Torturing? In the first place, Hazelberg did not know she had a baby in the car. In the second place, Hazelberg did not care that she had a baby in the car. In the third place, Hazelberg was convinced that every time the bank drawer opened, the lady was getting his cookies that the teller always gives him and hence, the barking.

Having been yelled at a number of times by strangers who object to Hazelberg’s barking, I have refined my response: “My whole family barks!” and then I started barking along with Hazelberg. Torturing? Please. You want to hear about torturing? Imagine being a teenager trapped in a car with a father who only plays Liberace tapes for 12 hours as we drive from Alabama to Dallas.

For those who have never heard of Liberace before, he was a world class pianist who also went by the name of The Glitter Man and Mr. Showmanship. He was the living embodiment of flamboyant excess and had me ready to hurtle myself out of a car doing 70 mph along I-20 West.

If Liberace, who has long been dead, came back in another form, he would be the house featured in this week’s column, ensconced in gold gilded brocade and all.

What you thought I’d give you all the prelude and then not follow through? The only thing missing is a piano.

I stand corrected.

The next three photos are the true embodiment of Liberace.

The man loved gold, glitter and candelabras and not necessarily in that order.

The kitchen is on par with the rest of the house.

And before you say anything, yes Liberace would absolutely have a mini chandelier in his napping space.

And let’s not forget the Hoity, Toity and Fruity Pierre tiles. On to the bedroom.

No doubt Liberace’s bedroom in his Vegas mansion was pretty darn close to this one.

Let’s get a close up on the tub.

He would absolutely have cherubs on his tub. No doubt.

And on the ceiling as well. Silly me.

Okay my peoples, I know you are all pretty dizzy by now. We’ve gone from a barking dog, to a crying baby, torture, and Liberace all in one column. What a journey. Now you know what it’s like to want to fling yourself out of a car doing 70 mph. You. Are. Welcome.

See more of this Paradise Valley, Arizona home listed for $7.75 million.