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Solo career in the '70s. Older brothers George Viral Osmond, Jr. (Viral) and were born deaf and “did nothing, ever." From 1971 to

solo hits, has led many to assume he was the group's lead. But 1976, he had 12 top-40 hits, including 5 in the top 10.

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As a solo star, and the record-company's desire to appeal to the teen-girl audience, often thrust Donny out in front of the group.

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