Valentine's Day Memory: Experiencing "The NEW Evita" Matinee at the Fox Theatre February 14, 1999

The original Broadway production of "Evita" debuted 20 years earlier, directed by the legendary Hal Prince. The musical, with lyrics by Tim Rice and music by Andrew Lloyd Webber, celebrates the life of Argentina's iconic Eva Perón. The first three U.S. touring companies brought this spectacular show to audiences across the country, and in 1999, a new production billed as "The NEW Evita" was making waves.

I told Terry I was heading out to shop for his Valentine's Day gift, but little did he know, I already had a ticket for the matinee show and couldn't get him one. He was supposed to be visiting his mom out of town, but his plans got canceled. After the show, I hopped on the MARTA train to Perimeter Mall to buy Terry some cologne and didn't tell him until many years later that I saw "Evita" that day.

I was super excited to see the show because I had seen Natalie Toro, who played Evita, in "CATS" as Grizabella and absolutely loved her voice. To my surprise, Natalie Toro wasn't scheduled for this performance, but Ana Maria Andricain, the alternate Evita, was amazing. Raymond Jaramillo McLeod somehow made Juan Perón kind of sexy—something I never thought I'd say! The role of Perón's mistress was played by a young lady named Angela Covington, who was only 16 at the time. Her rendition of "Another Suitcase in Another Hall" was the best I've ever heard. The fact that Angela was so young added a sleazy vibe to the role of Juan Perón.

Ana Maria Andricain as Evita

As much as everyone was there to see "EVITA" and whoever was playing the iconic role created by Julie Covington on record, Elaine Paige in London, and Patti LuPone on Broadway, the real star of this production was a relatively unknown actor playing Che named Raúl Esparza. His performance was incredible and truly moved the plot along.

The production was based on the original Hal Prince production as seen on Broadway and the first three U.S. touring companies. It was billed as faithfully directed and choreographed by the original Broadway choreographer, Larry Fuller.

This production of "Evita" opened almost 20 years to the day after its American debut at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion. This tour was supposed to open on Broadway after the tour ended, but it never made it, and the production was canceled despite the touring production's tickets selling well.

Some reviews mentioned that the production's set seemed dated. However, I loved it because I knew it was the closest to the original Broadway production and the original tours, which I was too young to have seen. It gave me a chance to see what the spectacle might have been like. Perhaps the reviews a bout the set contributed to the fact it didn't make it to Broadway.

The reorchestrated score didn't sound like the original Broadway cast album and sounded a bit more like the original Spanish cast recording, which I've owned since the mid-1990s and have loved. Though the show's ads were built around its star Natalie Toro, Ana Maria Andricain delivered a dynamic, dramatic, and heart-wrenching performance. You completely forgot that she was not the main performer in the role of Evita. If you have read any of my thoughts on seeing "The Phantom of the Opera," you will know that I love to see the understudies and alternates. As much as I would have loved to see Natalie, Ana was an absolute jewel. If it hadn't been the last performance before moving to the next city, I would have bought tickets to see Natalie in the role.

With all the positive things I can say about this production, the only thing that bothered me was the way certain words were pronounced in an attempt to give it a more authentic Latin feel. "Don't Cry For Me Argentina" is such an iconic number, and hearing the word "Argentina" pronounced ahr-hen-TEE-nah was off-putting. Something I found interesting at the show's merchandise stand was that they had typical show merchandise featuring the show logo and programs. However, instead of selling the original Broadway cast recording, they were selling the original concept album from 1976 featuring Julie Covington and Colm Wilkinson. This seemed odd to me since the show had changed quite a bit by the time it made it to the stage in 1978 and most definitely by the time the original Broadway production opened. I'm assuming that choice may have been due to the fact that Lloyd Webber was still feeling the burn from Patti LuPone's settlement after he fired her from Sunset Blvd.

If I could turn back time and take this cast with me, I would have loved to see them alternating alongside the original Broadway cast. After the show ended, I hightailed it to Perimeter Mall on the MARTA train and bought some cologne from a kiosk before heading back home to give it to Terry. As I said, I didn't tell him until years later, and he was still not happy that I saw it without him. His only exposure to "Evita" has been the movie with Madonna, and he's still holding a grudge!

I hope you enjoyed reading about my Valentine's Day memory of seeing "Evita" at the Fox Theatre. Do you have any memorable theatre experiences or personal stories you'd like to share? I'd love to hear about them in the comments. If you enjoyed this post and would like to support my storytelling journey, any small token of appreciation is always welcome. Let's keep the joy of theatre and storytelling alive together!

Embracing the Magic of "Charlotte's Web" by E.B. White

Ah, "Charlotte's Web"—a book that holds a special place in my heart. It's one of those timeless classics that has touched so many lives, including mine. I still remember my 2nd grade teacher, Mrs. Priscilla Herring, reading it to our class over the course of a week. Each day, I eagerly anticipated the next chapter, falling more and more in love with the characters.

For those who haven't had the pleasure, "Charlotte's Web" is the heartwarming story of a pig named Wilbur and his extraordinary friendship with a clever spider named Charlotte. E.B. White weaves a tale of friendship, loyalty, and the circle of life in a way that is both enchanting and deeply moving.

I became so attached to Wilbur, Charlotte, and the rest of the barnyard crew. By the time we reached the end of the book, I was unconsolable. I cried for hours, even after I got home from school. My mom had to call Mrs. Herring at home to ask her to please not read any more books about animals dying to me because I love all animals—including snakes and rats. I've even found Black Widow spiders in my garage that, even though I don't have reactions to their venom, I relocate because I don't want them to bite anyone in my house, but I also don't want the spider to die. That's how much this book impacted my love for all creatures.

E.B. White is a masterful storyteller, known not just for "Charlotte's Web," but also for other beloved classics like "Stuart Little" and "The Trumpet of the Swan." His ability to create such vivid, memorable characters and imbue his stories with profound life lessons is truly remarkable.

Over the years, "Charlotte's Web" has seen numerous special editions, including beautifully illustrated versions and anniversary editions that make lovely additions to any collection. The story has also been adapted into several movies, including the charming 1973 animated film and the more recent 2006 live-action/animated hybrid featuring the voices of Julia Roberts and Dakota Fanning. Each adaptation brings its own unique touch to this beloved story.

"Charlotte's Web" has left an indelible mark on me, and I'd love to hear your thoughts and experiences with this book. Please feel free to share your memories and reflections in the comments below. And hey, if you have a special edition that you're willing to part with, I'd be thrilled to give it a new home. Your support and comments mean the world to me.

Thank you for joining me on this nostalgic journey. Let's keep the love for timeless stories like "Charlotte's Web" alive!

Show and Tell: My Beloved Tupperware Impressions Tumblers

For almost 20 years now, my Tupperware Impressions Tumblers have been a trusty part of my daily life. Three sets strong, and they’re still holding up like champions. These tumblers aren't just durable—they're practically indestructible!

My Love Story with Tupperware

I’ve loved Tupperware since I was really little. Some of my earliest memories involve Tupperware when Aunt Beverly's mama Eleanor or her sister was a representative. I was even given a few Tupperware toys back then! My sister still has my mom's classic Tupperware Tumbler set in the original vintage pastel colors from the 1970's.

I first got my hands on these Impressions Tumblers nearly two decades ago when I was a Tupperware rep. They’ve been a part of my life ever since. Although I'm not a rep anymore, my loyalty to the brand remains strong, and I absolutely adore my Tupperware lady, Aunt Barbara. Whether I'm indoors or out and about, these colorful tumblers, with their Drip-Less Straw Seals, have made serving drinks a breeze. They reduce waste, help me stay hydrated, and let’s be honest—they look pretty stylish too!

What Makes Them Great?

Tupperware really outdid themselves with these beauties. Each set includes four 16-oz tumblers with matching seals. Here are some of the standout features:

• Easy Packing & Transporting: Impressions Tumblers nest neatly, making them super easy to pack and take with you wherever you go.

• Spill-Proof: Thanks to the Drip-Less Straw Seal, I never have to worry about spills. If the tumbler tips over, there’s no mess. Believe me, I've tested this theory inadvertantly many times. I just wish I was using one the day I spilled Sprite on my laptop keyboard. 5 sticky keys drive me crazy.

• Comfortable Grip: The horizontal waves on the tumblers ensure a comfortable grip, even when my hands are wet.

• Perfect for On-the-Go: They fit in most car cupholders, making them great for road trips and commutes.

• Kid-Friendly: The tight seal and virtually unbreakable material make them perfect for kids.

• Hygienic: The seal keeps bugs, dirt, sand, and anything else out of my drink. It also helps prevent evaporation when storing drinks in the fridge.

• Space-Saving: The tumblers nest together, making storage a breeze.

• Color Variety: The colors randomly change as new batches are made, so if you see colors you like, buy them right away—they may be discontinued for a few years before they come back into rotation.

Specs and Care

• Volume: 16 oz

• Material: PP, PE

• Colors: Colors randomly change

• Care: Dishwasher safe (not safe for freezer or microwave), and recyclable

Long-Lasting Love

After all these years, my Tupperware Impressions Tumblers are still going strong. They’ve survived countless dishwasher cycles and road trips, proving their durability time and time again. If you're considering getting some for yourself, I highly recommend them. They’re a perfect blend of practicality and style.

If anyone out there has more Tupperware stories or tips, I'd love to hear them in the comments. And hey, if anyone’s looking to get rid off or thinking to gift some VINTAGE Tupperware, I wouldn’t mind adding a few more pieces to my collection. 😉

The Magic of The Bangles' "Different Light"

Back in the magical era of the '80s, The Bangles' "Different Light" album was nothing short of a revelation for me. Released on January 2, 1986, this album became an instant classic in my world, filled with catchy tunes, heartfelt lyrics, and those incredible harmonies that only The Bangles could deliver.

I can vividly remember the first time I heard "Walk Like An Egyptian." Released as a single in September 1986, this track's quirky and infectious rhythm had everyone mimicking the distinctive dance moves. I was completely obsessed with it! My sister, Becki, knowing my newfound infatuation, gifted me the 45" single for Christmas that year. It was pure magic, and I couldn't have been happier. I almost wore it out on my brand new Emerson stereo system I got from Santa the same Christmas.

The music video for "Walk Like An Egyptian" was another obsession of mine. It was nominated for Best Group Video at the 1987 MTV Video Music Awards and featured the Bangles performing the song at a concert, along with scenes of people dancing in poses similar to those depicted in Ancient Egyptian reliefs. I watched it countless times, mesmerized by the visuals and the energy of the song.

A few months later, my collection expanded when I got the full-length "Different Light" album on cassette tape. That cassette became my prized possession. I obsessed over the album for months into a year, listening to it from beginning to end, again and again. I learned all the lyrics, and the vocal parts, not just the lead vocals but the harmony parts too. Tracks like "If She Knew What She Wants," "Walking Down Your Street," and "Angels Don't Fall in Love" were the soundtrack of my life during those formative years.

I also loved the remixed version of "Walking Down Your Street" that was used for the music video. The extended remix version added a fresh twist to the song, making it even more captivating. The music video for "Walking Down Your Street" was another visual treat, showcasing the Bangles' charm and the vibrant '80s aesthetic.

I've always thought it would be amazing to re-record the entire "Different Light" album using my own vocals for all the parts. It would be a tribute to an album and a band that I have loved since my elementary school days. Imagine transforming those familiar melodies and harmonies into a unique version with my voice! Even if it's just for myself, it would be a beautiful and fun way to honor The Bangles and the impact their music had on my life.

The album "Different Light" was produced by David Kahne and released by Columbia Records. The songwriters for the album include a mix of Bangles members and other talented artists. For example, "Manic Monday" was written by Prince under the pseudonym "Christopher," while "Walking Down Your Street" was penned by Susanna Hoffs, David Kahne, and Louis Gutierrez. Each track brings its own unique flavor to the album, contributing to its timeless appeal.

Who knows what the future holds? Maybe one day I'll meet the right musicians, and together, we'll create something magical. For now, I'll keep the dream alive and let the music of "Different Light" continue to inspire me. And if anyone feels like adding to my Bangles collection, I've got the album on CD and had it on cassette, but never got it on vinyl. Just putting it out there! 😉

Russian Woman's Breast Implants Burst Mid-Flight, Leading to Medical Emergency

I heard this story many years ago and thought I would share it here just because. Not sure how true it is because I can't find the source but here it is:

In a shocking turn of events, a 45-year-old woman from Russia experienced a dire medical emergency while on an Aeroflot flight from Moscow to Los Angeles. The woman, identified as Irena, found herself in a life-threatening situation when her F-cup breast implants burst mid-flight.

Upon landing at LAX airport, Irena collapsed, leaving airport staff and medical personnel scrambling to determine the cause of her sudden distress. After a thorough examination, it became apparent that her breast implants were the culprits. The pressure changes during the flight had caused the implants to rupture, leading to severe pain and complications.

Irena was rushed to a nearby hospital, where doctors quickly removed the damaged implants. The procedure was successful, and Irena was able to recover enough to return to her home in Russia shortly after. However, her ordeal has sparked a wave of concern and caution among medical professionals and patients alike.

Since the incident, Russian health officials have been issuing warnings about the potential health risks associated with breast augmentation. They emphasize the importance of regular check-ups and consultations with qualified medical professionals to ensure the safety and well-being of patients considering or already having undergone such procedures.

Irena's experience serves as a stark reminder of the potential dangers of cosmetic surgery, especially when combined with the unique pressures and conditions of air travel. Her story has prompted many to reconsider the risks and benefits of breast implants and to prioritize their health and safety above all else.

A Recent Life Threatening Situation

Life has a way of throwing unexpected challenges at us, and the week before last was a testament to that for me. I've had ear problems for as long as I can remember—from ear infections as a child to almost complete hearing loss in my left ear as an adult. Over the years, I've undergone numerous procedures, including the insertion of ear tubes; I'm currently on my 8th set due to persistent middle ear infections caused by eustachian tube dysfunction.

Recently, I had a particularly troubling ear infection. The latest set of tubes had been accompanied by a residual fungal infection, and despite my ENT's best efforts, the prescribed Clotrimazole drops caused itchiness, redness, and swelling in my ear canal. So, my wonderful ENT decided to try a different approach with fluconazole, an oral medication. A couple of days into the 14-day course of fluconazole, I started experiencing some tummy troubles. Having had stomach issues with certain antibiotics before, I thought I could manage until the course was over. Little did I know, the medicine was breaking down in my body and wreaking havoc on my system.

Thursday morning started like any other day. I took my medication and headed to work, with a rumbling tummy that I hoped would settle. I barely made it to the restroom before passing through employee security. I was a tad late, but when nature calls, you have to answer. An hour into work, after several trips to the restroom, I began feeling weak. I informed my manager about my condition, and while explaining, I nearly passed out. I managed to pull myself together and called Terry to tell him I was heading home.

Despite resting on Thursday, I still felt off on Friday. I followed my usual routine, hoping I was just dealing with a bug. However, after taking my medication that morning, I was hit with a severe stomach ache, a massive headache, and even hallucinations similar to those caused by Ambien. I knew I had to leave work immediately. When I got home, Terry was ready to take me to the emergency room, but I insisted on trying to manage at home. I attempted to eat and rest, hoping the symptoms would subside. However, by the time it was night, and after another dose of fluconazole, my condition worsened. I realized it had to be the medication causing all this havoc.

Finally, after a rough night, I threw away the remaining medication to avoid any more accidental doses. Slowly but surely, I began to recover. I now understand that my liver disease makes me more susceptible to the adverse effects of medications like fluconazole. I have an ultrasound scheduled on the 17th which will hopefully ensure there’s no further damage than what we already knew I had.

A week later, I'm still experiencing some residual effects, but nothing as severe as before. I realize looking back that I put myself into a life threatening situation and I could have died. At one point, while sitting on the toilet, I was shivering because I was hot and cold and had chills. I had visions that I was dying but too stubborn to admit it at the time. This experience has taught me an invaluable lesson: always pay attention to what my body is trying to tell me.

Thank you for joining me on this journey of resilience and recovery. I’d love to hear your thoughts and any experiences you might have had with similar health scares. Your support and words of encouragement mean the world to me. If you find value in my story and would like to contribute in any way, I truly appreciate it. Here's to better health and always listening to our bodies! 🌟

Saturday GLOWcase: Michael Karr's GLOW Story

This week’s Saturday GLOWcase features a heartfelt and inspiring story from my friend and fellow fan of the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling (GLOW), Michael Karr.

Michael's journey with GLOW began in the late 80s, much like many others. He vividly recalls the Saturday morning when he first laid eyes on the beautiful ladies of GLOW. It was a family breakfast when he turned the TV to Channel 17, WTBS. What he saw amazed and captivated him, and he became an instant lifelong fan. For Michael, GLOW was like Wonder Woman on steroids, featuring strong, colorful, and gorgeous ladies in a magical blend of glam, glitter, camp, and athletics. Growing up in a small Southern town as a young gay guy, Michael always had mostly female friends. Seeing these ladies being unapologetically strong and beautiful resonated with him deeply. He clicked with the show instantly and made sure to watch it every Saturday morning for the next few years, often missing other childhood activities to catch GLOW. This fact resonates with me as well; I found myself obsessed with arranging my own activities around the show.

Michael showing off his copy of Hollywood's book Hooray for Hollywood!

As he continued his Saturday viewings, Michael became more familiar with the characters. Early favorites included Godiva, Hollywood, Daisy, and Vicky Victory. His playmates' Barbie dolls took on interesting makeovers, inspired by the GLOW girls. He always hoped for a GLOW doll line, much like the action figures created for WWF and other promotions, but sadly, that dream never came true. As with many fans, including myself, when GLOW disappeared from TV without any final storyline or goodbye, it left Michael heartbroken.

With the advent of the internet in the mid-90s, Michael began searching for any information about GLOW and its stars. He first connected with Johnny C, who gave him a list of incorrect names, perhaps to protect the ladies' privacy. These names were mistakenly part of the IMDB cast listing, like Amy Lind as Little Egypt, who was actually played by Angelina Altishin. The first real GLOW star Michael located via social media was Daisy. She not only shared her stories from GLOW but also helped provide correct names for the ladies. With Daisy's help, Michael connected with many GLOW stars from the 3rd and 4th seasons and updated the IMDB and Wikipedia entries.

One significant connection was with Babe The Farmer's Daughter, who owned the GLOW name. She allowed Michael to create the first-ever Official GLOW Wrestling Fan Page. This platform helped reconnect many GLOW stars with their "GLOW sisters." Over the years, Michael had meaningful conversations with the majority of the GLOW cast, playing a role in rekindling interest in the promotion and reuniting its members. Some of these ladies have become personal friends. Michael and I also collaborated on a popular GLOW page on Facebook, further cementing our shared passion for the show.

Michael's creativity also shone through as he designed t-shirts, trading cards, logos, promo photos, and many other digital designs for the GLOW ladies and the promotion. It's been an incredible journey for him to pay homage and support the women who made GLOW special. Connecting with other fans has also been a cherished part of Michael's GLOW story.

Michael with Keith Strickland from The B-52's

Michael's story is a testament to the lasting impact of GLOW and the strong, positive community it fostered. The ladies of GLOW created a magical and fun experience that will always be treasured by Michael for the rest of his life.

You can connect with Michael on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/MichaelGLOW. Here's to more Saturdays filled with GLOW magic!

As we celebrate these incredible memories, I invite you to share your own stories and experiences of G.L.O.W. Whether you met any of the wrestlers in person, watched their mesmerizing performances, or were inspired by their strength and charisma, I would love to hear from you. Feel free to leave comments and share your memories of GLOW. Let's honor these incredible women, crew and fans together! If you feel inspired to support our efforts in keeping the spirit of G.L.O.W. alive, your contributions in any form are greatly appreciated. Every little bit helps me continue sharing these stories and celebrating the legacy of the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling. Thank you for being a part of this wonderful community!

Strikes, Spares, and Butter Cookies: My Childhood Bowling Alley Adventure

 

When I was around 3 or 4 years old, my parents joined a bowling league in Mobile, Alabama. Every week, like clockwork, my sister and I would be taken along to the bustling bowling alley. I have no idea what it was called or where in Mobile it was located, this was over 45 years ago. It's just a fragmented part of my memory now, but I can vividly remember my mama, daddy, my sister Becki and the kind lady at the snack bar. The friends my parents played with on the league, however, are a blur. This was before I started kindergarten and I really feel it happened before we lived with my granny and definitely before we moved to the little yellow house at the end of Easter Lane.

My parents seemed to enjoy every moment, laughing and chatting with their teammates while rolling those heavy bowling balls down the polished lanes. I am not sure if they were any good, but their smiles and laughter tell me that they were having a blast.

I remember sitting with my sister as she played arcade games and wandered around the snack bar. The smell of bowling alley nachos and hot dogs filled the air, mixing with the occasional whiff of beer from the bar. The lady who worked the snack bar was always kind to me, sharing her stash of butter cookies with the hole in the center. I loved putting them on my fingers and eating them off one by one, savoring each sweet bite.

I often watched bowling on TV with my dad, expecting to see my mama and daddy competing with the professionals. In my young mind, they were just as skilled and deserving of the spotlight. The bright and colorful bowling balls for sale always caught my eye. I dreamed of owning a vibrant pink or neon green one someday, though that wish never quite came true.

Those nights at the bowling alley hold a special place in my heart, though it's not exactly a strong memory. The simple joy of being with my parents getting along for a night, the arcade games, and the sweet butter cookies made it all magical.

What about you? Do you have any favorite bowling memories or funny stories to share? Drop a comment below and let me know what you love about bowling! And if you enjoyed reading this story, a small token of appreciation would mean the world to me. 😊

Falling for "Husband Material": A Heartfelt Review of Alexis Hall's Sequel

The beginning of 2023, I had the absolute pleasure of diving into Husband Material by Alexis Hall, thanks to a lovely Christmas gift from Terry in 2022. Along with Husband Material, which was published by Sourcebooks Casablanca on August 2, 2022, Terry also gave me Boyfriend Material, released by Sourcebooks Casablanca on July 30, 2021, and I love both books so much!

Alexis Hall has an incredible gift for blending humor and heart into every page. The chemistry between Luc and Oliver is as electric and endearing as ever. Their journey feels authentic and relatable, filled with laugh-out-loud moments, tender scenes, and just the right amount of drama to keep you hooked from start to finish.

Having already reviewed Boyfriend Material, I was excited to dive into Husband Material, and it truly exceeded my expectations. The character development is fantastic, and Hall's writing style is so engaging that it feels like you're catching up with old friends. Luc and Oliver's relationship evolves in such a natural and heartfelt way, making you root for them even more.

If you're a fan of witty, romantic, and heartwarming stories, Husband Material is a must-read but please make sure you read Boyfriend Material before diving in. It's a perfect blend of humor and emotion that will leave you smiling long after you turn the last page. Alexis Hall has once again proven why he's a master of the romantic comedy genre.

I can't wait to see what Alexis Hall has in store for Luc and Oliver in the future. Their story has been an absolute joy to follow, and I'm eagerly anticipating the next chapter in their lives.

If you've read Husband Material or Boyfriend Material, I'd love to hear your thoughts! Drop a comment below and let me know what you loved about these books. Any recommendations for similar reads are also welcome! And if you enjoyed this review and want to show a little love, feel free to send a small token of appreciation my way. 😊

My Musical Journey: A Tale of Collecting and Cherishing

My dream net radio set up

If you know anything about me, you know I'm way into collecting music. My journey began with 45s and tapes that filled bins in my room. The first CD I ever received was Michael Jackson's Dangerous back in 1991, which kicked off my CD collection. Today, I have thousands of CDs, along with a substantial collection of LPs.

People often ask if I've listened to all the CDs in my collection. Honestly, the answer is no. Some of them don't really interest me, and apparently, they don't interest others either, as I haven't been able to sell them on eBay or Discogs. Some of these CDs have been used for parties, cross-referencing various projects, or just collecting dust.

Some might call my collection an OCD disorder known as hoarding. However, I prefer to think of myself as a self-professed music historian. My collection isn't just a pile of items; it's a carefully curated archive of musical history—or so I once thought. While I'm known for my extensive collections of show tunes and dance music, I also have a deep knowledge of classic country, disco, pop, Eurodance (aka Gay Disco), and novelty tunes. I love introducing people to new music and watching their disinterest transform into appreciation for something they might never have discovered on their own.

Streaming has made a lot of physical media feel obsolete, but what happens if one can't connect to the internet? This is where my collection truly shines. There's something special about holding a physical album, reading the liner notes, and experiencing music as it was meant to be heard.

At one time, I worked with my best friend in high school on a pirate radio show and later ran my own net radio station. The station had a huge following, but unfortunately, the operating costs didn't align with the revenue, which was non-existent. In hindsight, I probably should have asked my listeners for donations to support the cause. Ultimately, I had to shut it down due to licensing costs, leaving me in the red. Despite this, I don't object to doing it again; I just won't do it the same way. I still have thoughts about one day reuniting with my friend from high school and legally rebooting our radio show. Streaming may be king now, but there's something irreplaceable about the charm of a live radio show.

And if you ever come across any rare CDs or unique music memorabilia, feel free to share them with me. Your recommendations—or even a little gift—would certainly make my day.

What about you? Do you have a music collection or a favorite album that holds a special place in your heart? Have you ever discovered a hidden gem that changed the way you think about music? I'd love to hear your thoughts and experiences in the comments below! Music has the power to bring us together and create lasting memories. If this story resonated with you and you'd like to support my journey in sharing more personal musical memories, your contributions would be greatly appreciated. Let's continue celebrating the music that shapes our lives! 🎶✨

Rediscovering ABBA: A Personal Journey Through 1992

ABBA Gold Greatest Hits

Imagine this: it's 1992, a year filled with new experiences, adventures, and the magic of discovering music that speaks to the soul. For me, this was the year I truly fell in love with ABBA, all thanks to Erasure's tribute EP, ABBA-esque. This four-track homage brought the timeless melodies of the iconic Swedish pop group to a new generation and set the stage for the release of ABBA Gold: Greatest Hits, an album that would become one of my all-time favorites.

Growing up, I didn't know much about ABBA. My musical knowledge was limited, but I was a huge fan of the musical "Chess," written by Bjorn, Benny, and Tim Rice. My understanding of "Chess" far exceeded what I knew of ABBA. Everything changed when I bought a copy of Erasure’s ABBA-esque thanks to hearing the tunes countless times in the clubs, bars and in random stores. The cashier at the Sam Goody in the A&S Plaza, now Manhattan Mall, suggested I also check out the new ABBA greatest hits album called ABBA Gold. Without hesitation, I added it to my purchase, and it was one of the best decisions I ever made.

ABBA Gold is a 19-song collection that marked the first comprehensive greatest hits compilation featuring the 1970s supergroup after years of their music being off the market. Released by Polar Music in 1992, the album brought together some of ABBA's most beloved songs, offering both hardcore fans and casual listeners a straightforward collection of the group's most popular tunes. Produced by Michael B. Tretow, who worked with ABBA throughout their career, the sound quality and arrangements remained true to the original recordings.

From the infectious beat of "Dancing Queen" to the heart-wrenching "Knowing Me, Knowing You," each track on ABBA Gold tells a unique story. I remember the thrill of hearing "Take a Chance on Me" and "Mamma Mia," songs that encapsulated the essence of ABBA. "Lay All Your Love on Me" and "Super Trouper" quickly became personal favorites, each song evoking emotions and memories that I cherish to this day.

ABBA Gold stands out as one of the few albums from the 1970s and '80s that doesn't show its age. The fresh sound, innovative production, and unforgettable melodies make it timeless. The album's track listing includes hits like "I Have a Dream," "The Winner Takes It All," and "Money, Money, Money," each song contributing to the album's enduring appeal.

The release of ABBA Gold in 1992 was followed by More ABBA Gold: More ABBA Hits in 1993, featuring additional tracks like "Summer Night City" and "The Day Before You Came." Both collections were a welcome addition to ABBA's catalog of brilliant albums. Since then, ABBA Gold has been re-released several times, ensuring that new generations of listeners can experience ABBA's music in the best possible quality.

As for my personal favorites from ABBA Gold, I’d have to say "Take a Chance on Me," "Knowing Me, Knowing You," "Voulez-Vous," "Does Your Mother Know," and "Lay All Your Love on Me" are the standouts. Each song showcases the unique blend of catchy melodies, heartfelt lyrics, and impeccable production that made ABBA a global sensation.

What about you? Do you have any favorite ABBA songs or memories associated with their music? Have you listened to ABBA Gold or More ABBA Gold? I'd love to hear your thoughts and experiences in the comments below!

Music has the power to bring us together and create lasting memories. If this story resonated with you and you'd like to support my journey in sharing more personal musical memories, your contributions would be greatly appreciated. Let's continue celebrating the music that shapes our lives! 🎶✨

My friend Stig's account of Clutterer's Anonymous

Stig, is that you?

This wild adventure isn’t mine, folks—buckle up and dive into the eccentric world of my friend Stig! Enjoy the ride! 🚀

Hi, my wonderful friends. I recently attended my first Clutterers Anonymous meeting, and oh my goodness, I just do not know what to say about this organization. I felt like I was in the middle of filming an episode of "Antiques Roadshow." The sign-in sheet asked for our first name and our main items of clutter. Reading over the list felt as if I were perusing Craigslist or classified ads. One lady used six lines to list her main items of clutter, whereas I managed to fit my collections into one line and still had space left for a few more items if I wanted to be more honest with these people.

Now, I am not one to gossip, and I do not feel it is appropriate to mention the goings-on during a twelve-step meeting outside of the group. However, I must say that Clutterers Anonymous seemed less like a self-help group or meeting and more like a flea market or swap meet. As I read over the list, I noticed that the lady with the massive listing had included discarded cigarette packs within her clutter items. I smoke a few packs of Virginia Slim 100's a day and do not find this an item of interest. Moments before I entered the meeting, I noticed a lady digging through one of the outside trash cans, pulling out what I thought were pieces of paper. Once the meeting started, I realized that the same lady was in the meeting and remained quiet throughout. I soon noticed that she kept staring at my chest. It took only a few minutes for me to realize that she was staring at my pack of Virginia Slim Menthol 100's in my pocket.

Throughout the meeting, people stood up and shared stories of searching and answering classified and online ads, such as Craigslist and Freecycle, for their collections. As each person spoke, I noticed several attendees taking notes as if they were compiling shopping lists. When it was my turn, I stood and told everyone about my hobbies and collections, such as trial-size items, childhood Barbies and toys, replica vintage potholders, and various crafts that I have made over the years. I ended with a description of my replica of Damien Hirst's "Lullaby Spring." I noticed the cigarette lady licking her lips as I talked, all the while staring at my chest. When I finished, you could hear a pin drop. I felt as if I did not belong—like I was some kind of freak. I do not understand how people who collect items that varied from empty tea lights, burned-out lightbulbs, dead batteries, crushed cigarette packages, toilet paper rolls, paper clips, pencil shavings, carpet samples, plastic grocery bags, broken drill bits, potato chip packages, dryer lint, and old eyeshadow applicators could think that my collectibles were something freakish.

I was happy to be the last person to speak because the second the meeting let out, I wanted out the door. It took twenty minutes to get to the parking lot as many members of the group approached me. Not one welcomed me to the group; each inquired about items in my collection and made offers. I smoked my last two Virginia Slims, and no sooner than I walked away from the garbage can did I turn to see the cigarette lady retrieve the empty pack. I had to hail a cab to escape the urge to set myself ablaze and run down the street. I paid fifty-four dollars in total to ensure the cab driver circled my block and made figure eights around Los Angeles to make sure I was not being followed.

I called my doctor this morning, and he called in a prescription for Xanax at the Rite Aid on Wilshire. I have been too scared to leave my condo today and called out of work tonight. I even offered one of the clerks at the pharmacy a hundred dollars in cash to bring the Xanax to my condo. Unfortunately, no one from the store would, so I have taken a Valium and a Klonopin from my "Lullaby Spring" display. I hope I never run into any of those people in A.A., N.A., or S.A.

Thank you for reading, Stig Ren

Why I Blog: Finding Joy and Connection Through Writing

Why do a blog? Am I interesting? Do I have something to contribute to the world? Am I relevant? Honestly, I don't know. But here's what I do know: I like to write about things that inspire me, and I enjoy talking about the things I love. If my words resonate with someone, if they make a connection with someone who enjoys what I share, then that makes me incredibly happy.

Recently, I received an email from someone who was particularly unkind, telling me to stop talking. What is wrong with people? If they don't like what I have to say, then they should just move on. It's not like I'm forcing anyone to read my words. I wanted to put this out into the universe because writing and sharing my thoughts brings me joy and helps me feel connected.

Writing is a form of self-expression that allows me to explore my thoughts and feelings, reflect on experiences, and share them with others. It’s a way to create something meaningful and lasting. Through my blog, I hope to inspire others, spark conversations, and perhaps offer a different perspective on various topics. Every post is a piece of me—a glimpse into what excites me, what makes me ponder, and what I find beautiful in the world.

To anyone who enjoys reading my posts, your support means the world to me. If you come across anything related to the topics I write about—whether it’s a charming stationery set, a unique find, or something you think I’d love—feel free to share it with me. Your recommendations always bring a smile to my face. And if you feel inclined to send a little gift, if just a comment, that would be a lovely surprise. Your kindness and engagement make this blogging journey all the more rewarding.

Saturday GLOWcase: The Story of GLOW's Director: Matt Cimber

Welcome to this week's Saturday GLOWcase! Today, we're shining the spotlight on a fascinating figure behind the scenes of GLOW: Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling—the one and only Matt Cimber. If you were like me, watching GLOW on TV every week as a kid, you probably didn't think much about who was directing the show. But once you dive into the story of Matt Cimber, you'll find a treasure trove of interesting tidbits and a newfound appreciation for the creative mind behind this iconic series.

Lightning and MTV with Matt

Back when I was a kid, I used to watch GLOW: Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling on TV every week. I had no idea who the director was and, frankly, I didn't really care. The show was just so entertaining that the behind-the-scenes details didn't matter to me. It wasn't until years later that I stumbled upon the fascinating story of Matt Cimber, the man pulling the strings behind the camera.

Matt Cimber, originally named Thomas Vitale Ottaviano, had quite the career before GLOW. He directed a bunch of 70s exploitation films like The Candy Tangerine Man and The Witch Who Came from the Sea. But what really blew my mind was finding out he was the co-founder and director of the GLOW wrestling show. Interestingly, in the GLOW episodes, he was listed as Tom Vitale in the credits. Go figure. Plus, he was married to the legendary Jayne Mansfield, and they had a son named Tony, who appeared on the show as "Nature Boy." Matt's close involvement with some of the wrestlers added another layer to the show's behind-the-scenes dynamics as well as on screen magic.

Matt Cimber with dedicated GLOW fan Manuel Briano

Discovering more about Matt Cimber gave me a newfound appreciation for GLOW. It's incredible to think about the creativity and vision that went into making such a unique show. His diverse career—from directing off-Broadway plays to working with Jayne Mansfield—just added more layers to my respect for the show.

Matt with MTV, Matilda, Mt. Fiji, Ashley Cartier, Jailbait, Thunderbolt, Envy and Godiva

So there you have it, a little nugget of history I never knew I needed. I hope you enjoyed this deep dive into Matt Cimber's contributions to GLOW. His journey from 70s exploitation films to co-founding GLOW and directing it under the name Tom Vitale is nothing short of remarkable. Now, I'd love to hear from you! Do you have any fun or interesting GLOW memories? Drop your thoughts and stories in the comments below. And if you enjoyed this post, feel free to share it with fellow fans!

My Unforgettable BFF For Life: The Stig Ren Experience

My Friday blog entries are usually about a movie I've seen or some sort of date night related activity but this one is about a person that's an experience to know. He and I share a love/hate relationship that will last until the day we both die. This is my pre-birthday gift to him.

I love talking about the things that bring joy into my life—whether it's the people I've known, the places I've been, or the unique items I've cherished over the years. Lately, I've been paying tribute to my favorite television show, GLOW: Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling. From the wrestlers to the devoted fans, the world of GLOW has been a significant source of inspiration for me. Over the holidays, I've shared many family stories, but I've come to realize that it's not just my family who are fascinating. Every person and every experience in my life holds its own intrigue.

Today, I want to focus on someone who has constantly reminded me that "Everything's content." He might just be the best source of content I've ever known. If you browse through my blog, you might stumble upon an account of his first time at Clutterer's Anonymous, a perfect example of the quirky adventures we share.

So, let me formally introduce you to my best friend since childhood, Stig Ren. No, that's not his real name—it's his chosen name for online purposes. Stig is more than a friend; he's a part of my story, a character in the tapestry of my life, and someone whose adventures and antics provide endless material to talk about.

Growing up, we all have that one friend who sticks by us through thick and thin. For me, that friend is Stig Ren. He’s been my lifelong best friend, an alter-ego of sorts, exhibiting the same quirky traits as me, though he's more outgoing and a bit crazy, I am crazy and more of an introvert and he is the extrovert. We met shortly after I moved to Florida after the 2nd grade, and our friendship has been a whirlwind of unique experiences ever since.

At first, Stig and I weren't exactly friends—we were more like playmates thrown together by circumstance. We often clashed and even considered each other enemies at times. Stig was the kind of person who craved attention from everyone, even dirty old men, whereas I preferred to stay under the radar. Despite our differences and initial animosity, we found common ground in our love for adventure and making money. Stig was incredibly money-driven, always looking for ways to earn a buck. He would charge residents to cut their grass at his granny's trailer park (even though it was his job and they didn’t seem to realize his granny already paid him to do so). Stig was always hustling.

Though he wasn't part of my story as a hustler at 16, my hustling days continued after Stig and I were reunited at 18. We both ended up in Vegas together in the mid-1990s, sharing a place and getting into all sorts of adventures. While I eventually left Vegas, Stig stayed, always finding new ways to thrive. In my book, I mention Stig during a few of the stories, even though he wasn’t present at the time. I simply use his name because Stig’s personality is so similar to another person I worked closely with for a short while, creating a composite character of sorts because they were so very similar. That's probably why we were friends in the first place.

Stig has always had an uncanny ability to make friends wherever he goes, despite his phobia of people. His life has been a series of moves, from Florida to Las Vegas to Los Angeles, Europe, and New York, changing locations as effortlessly as changing clothes. We've had our fair share of clashes, even fighting over guys we wanted as boyfriends, knowing full well that neither of us had much of a chance or that they were bad for each of us. There was even a time in Vegas when Stig stole my boyfriend, only to dump him back to me when he realized the guy wasn't into what Stig was into compared to what I offered. I quickly dumped that guy when I realized he was just starstruck and sort of stalkerish. Stig and I could always count on each other to sort things out, no matter how complicated.

Stig's parents were quite distant, leaving his granny to raise him. His granny was a trip, she would buy us cigarettes, Boones Farm “wine” and potato chips with bean dip and let us spend hours hanging out by her little swimming pool if we promised to keep watch for the county authorities who occasionally came snooping around the property. Interestingly, while Stig’s parents loved me, my parents couldn't stand him. I got countless butt whoopings (a spanking with my dad’s belt) because of some of the things Stig and I would get into. His granny was more lax, and we enjoyed spending time together in the vacant trailers in her park, especially the campers that she intended to begin renting out after she got them fixed up, I don’t think any of them got fixed up, which is why the county was always trying to fine her and have her removed them because they really were an eyesore, we found a few snakes in them. Stig claims to have had numerous girlfriends, he's most definitely not a ladies man. As far as boyfriends, I doubt he'll ever be in a serious relationship, especially considering that he’s a Gray Ace and just never has been interested in anything that wasn't already in front of him. We are both similar in that respect; that and being gay are in our genes. He struggles with commitment, even when it comes to choosing pizza toppings. However, Stig can commit to shopping and collecting unnecessary items just to have them. While "hoarder" could be a term for him, he’s not the type who collects and refuses to throw things away. He uses everything he owns and keeps everything well organized.

Despite my having other best friends throughout my life—like Jon Lawrence until the 6th grade, TK who was my best friend with benefits from the 7th grade till the 10th grade when I left home at 16, Charlie who I ran a pirate radio show with in high school, and Ernie who I've known since I was 17 and am still ride-or-die best friends with—Stig has always been a constant in my life. Each of these friends deserves their own stories, maybe in the future, but Stig remains a cornerstone of my friendships.

Professionally, Stig is a fixer. He helps people navigate legal troubles using his education and extensive network of personal connections. His ability to manipulate situations and influence outcomes is remarkable, and calling him a smooth talker would be an understatement.

What does he look like, you ask? Stig stands at 6'5", stocky, with wavy brown hair and gray eyes. He has wolf-like features and much like me, he loves wearing glittery shirts, eyeliner, and Doc Marten boots, whether he's in a suit or his signature kilt. If we hadn't known each other since childhood and weren't turned off by each other's kinks and interests, we might have dated in our younger years, though we did do things that boys do when they are experimenting, which probably contributed to our abilities to make money later on in our lives. Too bad we didn’t get our hands on a proper video camera, though one of the residents that was evicted from his granny’s trailer park did leave behind a video camera made by Fisher-Price, of all companies. I think it was called the Pixelvision or PXL2000 or something like that, and it recorded on actual cassette tapes rather than video tapes, in black and white and not very good quality. We would record ourselves doing dance routines or playing around like we were dogs and did a few little videos we thought of sending to America’s Funniest Home Videos, but also our filmmaking turned into something that would have made us more infamous than famous, like Tracy Lords, if you know what I mean. We loved that little camera, and I remember always buying Panasonic AA batteries from the hardware store called Scotties because they were the cheapest around. I wish we kept those cassettes, though I’m pretty sure the only way they could be seen is through the same system. Chances are, we recorded over them, him to sell copies of his ill gotten Columbia House tapes at the flea market and me, for the radio show I was doing with Charlie. Do you have a PXL2000 or Pixelvision you don’t have a use for? If so, send it my way. I think it might be fun to play around with.

Years ago, Stig turned over all of his social media pages to me while he was “away” and asked me to keep up with them as if he were in jail or rehab or just imaginary. I can’t disclose where he was at the time, but I did my best. Now that he’s back, he prefers real life than the life some have made for themselves on social media, and though we’ve both lost access to his previous social media pages and due to the state of the social media climate, you can only find Stig at his new BlueSky account is @ryanbeechman.bsky.social.

Though we no longer live close to each other, Stig remains my ride-or-die friend. His birthday is in February, close to mine, and no matter what gift I get him, he always says the card is his favorite. He's a genuinely nice guy, and I love him dearly, even if we can never quite explain our bond. I usually get him gifts from joke shops, places like Richard's Variety Store, or random things from eBay related to vintage stuff. Recently, he asked for a retro magic kit for some reason. I know he doesn’t really need it, though I do suspect he would probably just make me do the tricks on a video so he can watch. So typical of him. He did it with a few electronic lab kits from eBay which I’ve not gotten around to doing for him. Our birthdays are coming up soon, and while he might be a bit lonely, he has a love for quirky stuff and I will most likely send him a care package, if anyone’s interested in contributing. He's also quite the singer, despite being untrained. Perhaps he and I may even record a few duets together from wherever we are, in the future, just for fun. It's the kind of friendship where thoughtfulness and generosity thrive, making every gesture, no matter how small, feel truly special.

Do you have a friend like Stig, someone who stays with you through all of life's ups and downs?