Sunday, April 13, 2025

The Unforgettable Hamster Incident: A Birthday Tale of Stig Ren


Life has a way of throwing the most unexpected surprises our way, and for my long time friend Stig, one of those surprises happened a few years before I met him, on his 6th birthday. Stig’s life has been nothing short of extraordinary, filled with ups and downs, laughter and tears. Today, I’d like to share an unforgettable story from his childhood that still makes us chuckle and shudder in equal measure. Buckle up and join me as I drag you down memory lane.

My friend Stig’s life has been an epic one. His mom and dad sent him to live with his grandma unofficially when they went on a cruise to Mexico and failed to tell anyone when they got home. His gran was more of a mom to him and, by extension of Stig, me. His parents only attempted to parent during birthdays and Christmas and even then, it was half-hearted and possibly mean-spirited attempts to remind him that he was an unwanted child. Hold on tight, Stig’s 6th birthday present was one such half-baked parental moment that his parents were infamous for.

Stig's parents were wealthy by the standards of residents in Milton and Pace, Florida, but they were stingy unless there was something in it for their benefit. So Stig always got second-best or no-effort gifts from his parents. His Gran, on the other hand, while not wealthy, did better for him. They were known for their half-hearted attempts at parenting, often leaving him in the care of his loving Gran while they pursued their own adventures. Unfortunately, their selfishness and disregard for Stig's well-being went beyond mere neglect. They prioritized their own desires, frequently embarking on lavish vacations and social gatherings, leaving Stig behind with little more than a passing thought.

On Stig's 6th birthday, his parents decided to make one of their rare gestures of "affection." They picked up a bright yellow plastic cage, some wood shavings, hamster food, and the biggest, fattest hamster they could find at TG&Y in Milton. Along with this peculiar gift came carrot cake cupcakes from the Delchamps a few doors down from the TG&Y. Bear in mind, Carrot Cake is NOT something you get for a kid's birthday and in this case, they were also dangerous—since Stig was highly allergic to nuts, and the cake contains walnuts. It was a clear sign of their thoughtlessness, lack of care and evilness.

When Stig got home and saw the hamster in the cage, he screamed like a girl, terrified by the sight. Mice, rats, and anything that resembled them sent shivers down his spine. Gran, ever the caring figure, promised they would find the little critter a new home. That night, Stig tried to muster the courage to bond with the hamster, thinking that as an unwanted child himself, they might have something in common. But as fate would have it, the hamster bit him, drawing blood and leaving him in tears.

Gran rushed to his side, as he held his bloody finger and crying. She asked Stig what he fed the little guy as she noticed something unusual in the cage—the hamster was munching on something. To their horror, they realized that the hamster had given birth and, much like Stig’s own mother, lacked any maternal instincts. The hamster had killed her litter and was eating them. Gran quickly disposed of the remains, sparing Stig from further trauma.

Years later, Gran revealed the full story over dinner at Red Lobster. Instead of disposing of the cannibalistic mama hamster, she had returned to TG&Y and bought not one, but fourteen more hamsters. With Stig's parents away on another vacation, Gran released the hamsters throughout their house, turning it into a rodent playground.

When Stig's parents returned three weeks later, they were greeted by chaos. Boxes of food in the pantry and cabinets were chewed open, leaving a trail of crumbs, debris and poop. Cords to their TVs, stereo, appliances, and even their beloved waterbed heater were gnawed through, rendering many of their electronics useless. The hamsters had burrowed into the sofa cushions, leaving small nests of shredded fabric and stuffing. In the game room, Stig's dad’s prized pool table had been infiltrated, with one of the hamsters making a cozy nest in one of the pockets and the innards of the table full of collected food and the ball return with droppings. They even found hamster droppings in their shoes and closets, evidence of their extensive exploration.

The house reeked of rodent activity, with chewed-up papers and books scattered around, and small teeth marks on the legs of furniture. Stig's parents never figured out that it all started with their ill-conceived gift to their son. This incident was a turning point for Stig, teaching him that love and care come from those who genuinely value you, like his Gran, rather than those who are supposed to by default.

To this day, Stig avoids small animals, though he adores cats and dogs. He often reflects on that birthday, not with bitterness, but with gratitude for his Gran's unwavering love and support.

Thanks for joining me on this wild ride through Stig’s 6th birthday adventure. Have you ever experienced a gift-gone-wrong moment or a memorable birthday tale? Share your stories in the comments below! And if you enjoyed this story, consider supporting the blog—every little bit helps me continue sharing these amazing tales. Here's to more unforgettable moments and the lessons we learn from them.


Saturday, April 12, 2025

Saturday GLOWcase: Andre Bacalla aka Gener de Vera


For this week’s Saturday GLOWcase, we’re spotlighting a remarkable individual and fellow GLOW fan, Andre Bacalla, also known as Gener de Vera. I had the privilege of meeting Andre during my first cruise with the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling in 2016. We were on the Carnival Imagination, sailing from Los Angeles to Catalina Island and Ensenada, Mexico, and Andre instantly struck me as one of the sweetest and most adorable people I've ever met. He is also one heck of a dancer.


Despite being hearing impaired, Andre's communication was never hindered. We exchanged thoughts and stories through fast scribbles on scraps of paper or cocktail napkins, and sometimes through the notes app on one of our phones or a tablet. Andre's passion for GLOW and his creativity as an artist are truly inspiring.
Andre's creation of the GLOW Girl "Sunset" based on my personality

Andre has created a stunning series of artwork featuring the cast and crew of the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling. Not only has he brought the GLOW characters to life through his art, but he has also crafted characters for many fans, including myself. His artistic depictions often include fan characters alongside the iconic GLOW ladies. Andre's talent extends beyond GLOW; he has also created artwork for other beloved shows of our youth, such as Jem and the Holograms, as well as superheroes and villains from Marvel and DC comics.
Andre with Beastie the Road Warrior

When I asked Andre about his GLOW story, he shared a memory that took him back to his childhood:
"Oh, it was a long time ago. Umm, how did I discover GLOW? I just randomly found GLOW on TV. The first match I saw was Susie and Americana vs. Palestina and Spanish Red. Matilda the Hun, Dementia, and the Metal Sisters scared me because I didn’t understand. I was just a kid."
Andre's fantasy GLOW character is a bad girl named Seagrit, embodying the fierce and rebellious spirit that GLOW fans have come to love.

In 2017, we once again met on another GLOW cruise, this time on the Norwegian Dawn, sailing to Cozumel, Costa Maya, Honduras, and Belize. I fondly remember him eating a cup of some sort of insects he bought from a vendor in Costa Maya. Andre's journey with GLOW is a testament to his dedication and artistic talent. His ability to connect with others and create beautiful artwork despite the challenges he faces is truly remarkable.

You can connect with Andre on his social media:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/andre.bacalla
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/gener.devera
Instagram: www.instagram.com/generdevera

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Friday, April 11, 2025

Reflections on a Phantom Past: A Tale of the Spectacular Non-Replica North American Tour 2013-2020


It’s no secret that I’m a Phantom of the Opera superfan. Over the years, I’ve had the privilege of watching the show over a hundred times across six different productions. Excessive? Perhaps to some. But for me, this musical never loses its magic—it’s a world I can escape into again and again. Since moving to Atlanta in 1997, locally, I’ve been lucky to see both the Raoul Company (2nd National Tour) and the Music Box Company (3rd National Tour), the latter during its 2001, 2005 and 2010 stops. I'd seen both companies in other cities as well as the Broadway, Los Angeles and San Francisco productions many times prior to settling down in Atlanta. Even though I didn’t love the 2004 film adaptation, I’ll admit the soundtrack had its charm for what it was.

Fast forward to 2013, when I heard the new North American tour was heading to Atlanta. Naturally, I was intrigued. My friend Ernie even decided to visit and catch the show with me, people always seem to enjoy watching Phantom by my side. I guess knowing all the details—blocking, costumes, sets even sound cues—makes me a handy guide. From the advertisements, the production seemed like a modernized take on the original. So, with tickets secured, we set out for a night at the Fox Theatre.

Spoiler alert: it wasn’t what I’d hoped for.

Let’s rewind to the evening itself. Terry, Ernie and I arrived at the Fox Theatre, clutching our $100+ tickets. Our dress circle seats were tight—not quite what I remembered from previous shows. Was the view worth the price tag? Honestly, not really. Going in, I didn’t know much about the cast, other than Linda Balgord (whom I’d seen in Sunset Boulevard and Cats) and Ben Jacoby, son of Mark Jacoby—my very first Phantom and later on the Wizard in Wicked when Ernie and I snuck into the Fox. That connection was fun, at least.

As the Mighty Mo organ began to fill the theater prior to the show starting and as the audience filled their seats, I noticed something was off. Maria Bjornson’s breathtaking designs? Gone. The iconic proscenium? Nowhere in sight. Even the chandelier wasn’t the imposing centerpiece I was used to—it just hung there with a drop cloth. It became clear this production would be… different. Rather than a typical review of the show as a whole, I'm going to walk you through scene by scene from my memory of over 10 years ago.

Prologue
The auction scene didn’t kick off with the iconic gavel strike and dramatic “Sold!” Instead, it opened with actors casually entering the stage. A younger-looking Raoul, sans wheelchair, sang to the Monkey in Persian Robes music box, which came to life with a small, modernized design. When Lot 666 was revealed, the chandelier—already halfway lowered—was barely illuminated. I couldn’t help but feel let down.

Overture
The overture sounded rich and full, with updated orchestral elements that retained the melody we all know and love. If you're unaware it's mostly pre-recorded and the orchestra just plays along. But as the chandelier’s cloth was pulled away, the reveal of a scaled-down version with minimal effects was underwhelming. Gone was the dramatic magic of the chandelier rising as the curtains lifted. Instead, the stage was already filled with performers rehearsing Hannibal. This was the moment I realized the production might fall short of all of my expectations.

Hannibal/Think of Me
Jacquelynne Fontaine’s Carlotta handled the high notes with ease, in fact, she transitioned briefly into some whistle notes. Her her voice seemed more suited to Christine’s role. She lacked the commanding, brassy sound of an opera diva and her comedic moments felt muted. Carlotta’s Think of Me lacked flair, with sandbags falling far from her—a stark contrast to the Hal Prince production, where the backdrop narrowly misses Carlotta, sparking a more dramatic reaction. Julia Udine as Christine was a vocal standout. Her rendition of Think of Me was flawless, showcasing incredible vocal control as she delivered the Claire Moore/Rebecca Caine cadenza, typically heard in UK productions. I looked at both Terry and Ernie and said "she WILL be a Christine on Broadway one day soon." Yet the staging lacked luster; the scarf wasn’t prominently featured and a costume malfunction added some unintended humor. Thankfully, Hannah Florence (as Meg) cleverly recovered, turning the flub into a prop during the choreography. Ben Jacoby’s Raoul was another highlight, his voice uncannily reminiscent of his father’s. It was a lovely connection for me, considering Mark Jacoby was my very first Phantom.

Angel of Music
Linda Balgord’s Madame Giry felt more prominent in this version, stepping into the spotlight rather than lurking in the shadows. Christine’s dressing room—oddly spacious enough for ballet practice—added an unconventional dynamic. Julia and Hannah’s chemistry as Christine and Meg was a joy to watch. Hannah’s perfectly in-tune vocals stood out—a refreshing change from some past Megs who struggled vocally. Up to this point, aside from Ben and Julia knocking it out of the park during Think of Me, I am beyond underwhelmed. This is the section of the show where things begin to really take shape in the more familiar Hal Prince directed productions. Do you think it will for this one? Let's continue.

Little Lotte/The Mirror
Ben Jacoby was, without question, a standout as Raoul. His voice was pure perfection—flawless in tone and delivery, reminiscent of his father. I would LOVE to one day see Ben step into the role of Phantom. Julia Udine gave a solid performance as Christine, though her acting felt restrained. It seemed as though she’d been directed with a “less is more” approach, which left certain moments in this scene feeling muted. Now, let’s talk about that dressing room set. Something about it just didn’t sit right with me. It had an odd, mobile home vibe that felt entirely out of place for a glamorous opera house. The trailer-like door Raoul exited through didn’t help matters—it looked flimsy and cheap, which only added to the disconnect.

When the Phantom’s voice cut through the speakers with the opening lines of the Angel of Music reprise, my heart sank. Cooper Grodin’s voice wasn’t theatrical; it leaned more toward a pop or rock style that felt out of place in such a dramatic role. It reminded me of Dee Snider’s Broadway album, though Snider at least sang entirely in tune. The mirror scene, a moment steeped in eerie mystery in other productions, was a letdown here. The mirror itself was a massive, square-shaped object that looked out of place in Christine’s dressing room. When Christine entered the mirror, the transition felt rushed and clunky. Instead of the Phantom guiding her in with a patient, hypnotic allure, Grodin physically snatched her in, which robbed the scene of its usual nuance.

The Phantom of the Opera
Ah, the most iconic scene in the show—or at least, it’s supposed to be. This moment usually defines the production, with its candelabras, candles rising from the floor, ethereal blue lighting, swirling smoke and the unforgettable boat gliding across a misty lake. Unfortunately, this production stripped away much of that magic. This was the one scene where Cooper Grodin’s vocals were in tune, though, as in the original staging, his lines were pre-recorded. Instead of the travelator, the production featured a rotating “tower” with the Phantom and Christine descending down from the top as stairs extended from the tower walls, which I thought was actually a bit more cool than the original. Though I thought it was a nice touch but couldn’t make up for the absence of the iconic candles and candelabras. And the boat? Well, it was narrow, boxy and completely devoid of elegance. The breathtaking imagery of the Phantom and Christine crossing the lake, surrounded by glowing candles, was reduced to a cheap-looking boat moving over LED-lit fog.

The Phantom’s lair was equally disappointing. Gone were the throne, the Mirror Bride and the dual-purpose boat-bed. What remained was a sparse space with an organ, some real candles and a bed. It felt amateurish and underwhelming for such a pivotal scene. Grodin’s delivery of “Sing for Me…” at the song’s climax was loud and emotionless—more reminiscent of high school acting than the tortured brilliance we associate with the Phantom. Julia’s high notes were stunning, but her response to them felt disconnected, which lessened the impact of the moment, though that could have been attributed to the distance I was from the stage.

The Music of the Night
The lackluster portrayal of the Phantom continued here. Grodin stood stiffly in front of Christine, staring at her as though he were trying to impress a date at karaoke night. The performance was devoid of movement or charisma. There was no “floating, falling” pose, no ethereal energy. At one point, he even covered Christine’s eyes with a blindfold, which was awkward and uncomfortable to watch. And I hate to compare actors, but Grodin’s voice, for me, was less impressive than Gerard Butler’s in the 2004 film. At least Butler had some emotional resonance in his performance and I didn't mind that he didn't possess a legitimate voice.

I Remember/Stranger Than You Dreamt It
This scene is supposed to be an emotional turning point, where Christine’s curiosity leads her to uncover the Phantom’s vulnerability. In this production, however, the scene fell completely flat. Rather than pulling off the Phantom’s mask in a moment of fear and fascination, Christine simply picked it up off the organ while he applied makeup. Seriously? The dramatic tension was nonexistent. To make matters worse, the Phantom shoved Christine down and even pulled her hair—behavior that felt childish and entirely out of character. There was no suspense, no reason to feel sympathy for the Phantom. Instead of a tortured genius, he came across as a toddler throwing a tantrum. This pivotal moment lost all of its emotional weight.

Magical Lasso
Surprisingly, this scene was a highlight. Linda Balgord’s Madame Giry had a commanding presence that added depth to the character. Her portrayal even had a touch of Norma Desmond’s dramatic flair, which made the scene feel more impactful. I have seen several actresses as Giry, Leila Martin being my absolute favorite because she had a bit of a creepy vibe in her portrayal. Linda Balgord tapped into the creepiness of the role also, at least a little bit and she was a happy medium for me. Fun fact: Linda and I share the same birthday, though not the same year. Unfortunately, Linda passed away a few years ago, leaving a legacy of love and appreciation for her contributions to the productions she starred in, in her wake.

Notes/Prima Donna
The managers’ office was one of the more inventive sets, unfolding like a storybook. However, the bright red decor gave off “hooker hotel in New Jersey that I once stayed in” vibes—not quite the sophisticated atmosphere you’d expect from an opera house. Though I guess it's a bit of an upgrade to just a black background with a desk and a rolling chair as seen in the Brilliant Original. Mark Emerson and Brad Oscar, as the managers, had solid comedic timing, though their humor didn’t quite reach the heights of seasoned performers like DC Anderson or George Lee Andrews. Vocally, the ensemble delivered, but Jacquelynne Fontaine’s Carlotta still didn’t outshine Christine—an imbalance that felt odd for this scene.

This version seemed to also borrow elements from the 2004 film, with Carlotta being dressed on stage in her Il Muto costume. It was an interesting nod but didn’t add much to the overall impact.

Poor Fool, He Makes Me Laugh
This scene stuck fairly close to the original but included some odd choices that felt out of place. Don Attilio hiding in a wardrobe and gyrating along to Carlotta’s “ha ha’s” gave the scene a juvenile, “high school musical” feel. Carlotta’s infamous “FROG” moment lacked its usual humor and punch. Buquet’s death, staged onstage in this version, was another questionable choice. The audience saw the Phantom step out, use the punjab lasso and hang Buquet in full view. It came across as cheesy and lacked the chilling suspense that makes this moment so effective.

Why Have You Brought Me Here?/Raoul, I’ve Been There/All I Ask of You
This scene has always felt like stepping into a dream—a moment suspended between reality and fantasy. While the production retained some of that ethereal quality, the scenery was less impressive than in previous versions. The grandeur and romance that should define this moment were missing. With that said, Ben and Julia are EVERYTHING and their All I Ask of You felt authentic and left everyone wishing they could have a moment with one or the other.

All I Ask of You (I Gave You My Music)
The Phantom perched atop a statue on the opera house roof should have been a dramatic visual, but the lackluster staging let it down. The iconic chandelier moment was equally disappointing. Instead of the dramatic, high-speed descent and swing toward the stage, the chandelier lowered slowly and without impact, leaving the scene devoid of tension.

ENTR’ACTE
As in all productions, this section is pre-recorded and a perfect transition from intermission to one of the most grand scenes written for the show.

Masquerade/Why So Silent
I think I spoke too soon, did I say grand? Gone was the iconic staircase, the whimsical monkey girl and the dazzling costumes. Christine’s outfit was a watered-down version of her Broadway costume and the flat, mirrored backdrop gave me A Chorus Line vibes. Even Carlotta’s dress was plain and unremarkable. The Phantom’s entrance, typically a highlight, was a letdown. Instead of the dramatic “Red Death” costume, he wore his standard half mask. The moment where he usually snatches Christine’s necklace and declares, “Your chains are still mine,” was altered to, “Your voice is still mine,” with no physical interaction between the characters. The scene lacked intensity and impact.

Raoul and Giry
This scene was one of the rare moments that exceeded expectations. As Madame Giry recounted the Phantom’s origins, shadow projections illustrated her tale on the walls of the set. This added a layer of visual storytelling that made the scene more compelling than in the original production.

Notes/Twisted Every Way
Ah yes, another visit to what I lovingly call the New Jersey Hooker Motel (aka the manager’s office). Still decked out in garish red, this setting continued to be an eyesore. Carlotta’s line, “Christine Daae, she doesn’t have the voice,” always gives me a chuckle—mainly because in this production, Christine’s voice is leagues stronger than Carlotta’s. The irony was hard to ignore.

A Rehearsal for Don Juan Triumphant
This scene actually hit the mark. The chaotic energy of the rehearsal was captured well and Piangi’s struggle with his lines was more noticeable than in prior productions. While it may not have added much to the overall narrative, it did inject a bit of humor and personality into the moment.

Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again / Wandering Child / Bravo, Bravo
The sparse scenery continued in this sequence, with Christine’s father’s grave being shockingly small and the Phantom awkwardly hidden behind a nearby statue. The setup lacked the drama and gravitas this scene demands. That said, Julia’s performance of Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again was an absolute triumph. Her voice soared with emotional depth and she brought an aching vulnerability to the piece. Wandering Child was also a highlight. This production used the original London trio version, as heard on the Original London Cast Recording. Experiencing it live for the first time was a real treat. Cooper’s voice blended surprisingly well with Julia’s and Ben’s, creating a hauntingly beautiful harmony. Hey, I can't say I am all negative here, perhaps he was just not having the greatest of nights but I did like Cooper in this scene. The staging, however, was hit or miss. The Phantom’s flaring staff was replaced by flames erupting from the stage floor—a visually striking effect at first. But when the Phantom delivered his climactic “Now let it be war upon you both,” only five small flames shot up. It was anticlimactic and underwhelming, falling short of the tension this moment deserved.

Before the Premiere/Seal My Fate
This scene didn’t stray far from the usual staging of Seal My Fate. While it was solidly executed, there wasn’t much to distinguish it from previous productions. It was serviceable but otherwise unremarkable.

The Point of No Return
Despite Cooper Grodin’s less-than-stellar voice, this scene was executed fairly well overall. However, one glaring issue stood out: the pivotal moment when Christine realizes she’s singing with the Phantom instead of Piangi was entirely absent. That moment of recognition is crucial for building tension and drama and its omission left a noticeable void. Things took an odd turn after Piangi’s death was revealed. Raoul grabs a gun from the Fireman and fires at the spot where the Phantom had been moments before. Unfortunately, by that point, the Phantom had moved about 15 steps forward, making it look like Raoul unintentionally shot someone else. The staging here felt sloppy and unpolished, undermining the emotional weight of the scene.

Down Once More/Track Down This Murderer/Beyond the Lake
As Madame Giry led Raoul to the staircase, I couldn’t help but wonder how Raoul seemed to magically know exactly where to go once he descended. Upon reaching the lair, there was no boat to be found and Raoul emerged looking perfectly dry and composed—a detail that felt unrealistic but consistent with the original production’s similar oversight. When Christine appeared in the wedding dress, it became clear that the Phantom had dressed her himself—an unsettling yet intriguing detail. Most of this scene unfolded as expected, until the moment where the Phantom releases Christine and Raoul. In the original production, Christine kisses the Phantom, hugs him, kisses him again and then he lets Raoul lose from the grip of the lasso in an emotional moment before letting them both go. Here, she kissed him, hugged him twice and then he released them with very little hesitation, the emotional beats felt rushed and less impactful.

What followed was a significant departure from the original. Christine briefly returned after leaving, standing silently behind the Phantom as he picked up his music. She overheard him confess his love, placed his ring on the organ and left without him noticing until just before the mob arrived. In the original staging, Christine returns to hand him the ring directly and they hold hands during his confession—a deeply touching moment that can leave even the most stoic audience member in tears.

The mob’s arrival was yet another misstep. Despite being within arm’s reach of the Phantom, they inexplicably allowed him to put on his cloak and wander the room. When Meg grabbed him from behind, she dropped the cloak to reveal his mask inside and that was the end. In the original production, the Phantom disappears through the throne in a mysterious, dramatic exit. Here, he visibly crawled under the bed. I couldn’t stop myself from blurting out, “Are you kidding me? He disappeared by crawling under the bed?” It was an anticlimactic and almost laughable end to an otherwise pivotal moment.

Looking back, this production had a handful of good moments but was plagued by far too many missed opportunities. The magical and mysterious elements that make Phantom so captivating were almost entirely absent. Honestly, if this had been the production that opened in London and New York in the 1980s, I doubt it would have lasted past the 1990s. Ernie seemed to enjoy the show well enough, but Terry left at intermission—unimpressed and not feeling great. I stayed, mainly because I didn’t want to leave Ernie alone in the theater. As we left, I noticed only a handful of people waiting at the stage door. In the past, I’ve seen lines stretching down the block, full of fans eager to meet the cast.

On the drive home, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d been ripped off. Terry later admitted he knew from the start that I wouldn’t enjoy it. We both tried to convince ourselves otherwise, but ultimately, we couldn’t ignore the production’s amateurish feel and miscast Phantom. That said, remember when I mentioned that Julia Udine will be a Christine on Broadway one day? She joined the Broadway production not long after leaving this production and she remained with the show, on and off, until the production closed. She is incredibly talented and deserved a platform that allowed her performances to shine and it came to pass. But as for this tour? Once was more than enough, when it returned to Atlanta I politely declined comp tickets. Unfortunately, this was the last time I saw Phantom live, though I’m already itching to head to New York for the new Phantom of the Opera experience as well as the new North American Tour that will be opening this year with most of its original glory in tact.

What about you? Have you seen this production or another version of The Phantom of the Opera? I’d love to hear your thoughts and experiences in the comments below. If you’ve enjoyed reading this review and feel inspired to support my ongoing love of theater, your thoughtful engagement or sharing of this post means the world to me. Every little bit helps keep this passion alive and I’m grateful for your time and kindness.

Thursday, April 10, 2025

A Dream of Wrestling, Love, and Unexpected Connections


Dreams have this magical way of pulling us into worlds we never imagined, blending reality with fantasy in the most unexpected ways. Last night, I had one of those dreams—the kind that leaves you wondering what it all means and wishing you could dive back in to see how it ends. It was surreal, emotional and oddly cinematic. Let me take you on this journey with me.

It all started at a restaurant. I was feeling good, rocking my cute hair, though it was a little out of place. As I headed to the bathroom to fix it, I passed by the kitchen and spotted Jacob (name changed)—a guy I went to school with. He was a football player, someone I never really connected with and I always thought he was straight. But there he was, noticing me. He smiled and as I walked by, I brushed his shoulder lightly with my fingers. It was such a fleeting moment, yet it felt charged with something unspoken to him but not me.

After fixing my hair, I returned to my table and to my surprise, Jacob was sitting there. Just like that, the dream shifted and suddenly, I was at his place. He asked me if I could wrestle him, recalling my thing for wrestling back in school. I laughed and asked, "What kind of wrestling? Sexy, pro, or college?" He chuckled at the "sexy" suggestion and said, "Pro." 


I wanted to make sure neither of us got hurt, so I meticulously wrote down the order of moves we’d perform and even came up with a safe word—just in case. Before I knew it, we were in a wrestling ring, on TV, of all places. The arena was more like NWA from the 1980’s rather than something like WWF where there was a huge crowd. The crowd was roaring and then Ruth, his girlfriend—or maybe wife—stormed into the arena. She was furious, accusing him of fulfilling some "gay thing" with the "weird gay guy from school"—me. 


The scene shifted again, and we were on a couch. Jacob was in the kitchen, leaving me to sort things out with Ruth. She was upset, blaming me for taking him away. I tried to explain that Jacob and I weren’t a thing, not even friends—we were just wrestlers playing our parts. But then she grabbed a remote and played back the scene from the restaurant. It showed me brushing his chest, not his shoulder and him following me to the restroom, watching me fix my hair. It wasn’t creepy—it was sweet, like something out of a romantic movie.


I told Ruth that maybe her feelings were the reason Jacob had been living a lie. She paused, and then, to my surprise, she agreed. She said she loved us both, even though I didn’t even know her. She confessed she’d rather be happy knowing we were happy together and that she was already with the man she loved before Jacob—someone else from school who might also be gay, or maybe not.


The funny thing is, I had/have no interest in Jacob. I wasn’t invested in any of it—I was just there, caught in this whirlwind of emotions and drama. As I reached out to take Jacob’s hand to tell him something, my 3:30am alarm went off. I woke up, desperate to know how the dream would’ve ended. I tried to fall back asleep, but it was no use. The dream was gone, leaving me with lingering questions and a strange sense of wonder.

  

Dreams like this remind me of the complexity of human emotions and the stories we carry within us, even unconsciously. What do you think this dream means? Have you ever had a dream that felt so vivid and layered, you couldn’t shake it? Share your thoughts in the comments—I’d love to hear your interpretations.  


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Wednesday, April 9, 2025

Remember These? Nostalgic TV Commercials That Tried to Sell Us Music We Didn’t Know We Needed

Ah, the good old days when late-night TV wasn’t dominated by binge-worthy series but by commercials—glorious, cheesy, over-the-top commercials. You know the ones I’m talking about: ads for music collections that promised us “not available in stores” greatness, delivered straight to our doorsteps (if we were willing to wait six to eight agonizing weeks). These weren’t your K-Tel collections (more on those in a future blog); no, these were the commercials and later infomercials that seemed tailor-made for anyone over the age of 40—or sometimes as it turns out, curious kids like me.
From Sessions Records to Time Life Music, these ads weren’t just selling albums—they were selling vibes, emotions and occasional hilarity. Join me on a trip down memory lane as we explore the best (and funniest) moments from the commercials that defined late-night GenX television. Grab your tape recorder, dust off your old records or CDs and let’s dive in.

First, let’s talk Sessions Records. If you were a fan of soft rock, adult contemporary or anything with vaguely dramatic undertones, these ads were your jam. The visuals often showcased emotionally charged moments: a guy and a girl talking about love songs, as the songs scroll down the screen, returning to the guy being pushed away by the girl. That scene became an endless source of entertainment for me and my friend Stig. Equipped with his Fisher-Price cassette tape video camera, we attempted to recreate the melodrama but mostly succeeded in creating unintentional comedy gold that was only ever seen by he and I. I still laugh about our failed attempts to nail the “push-away” scene.

Then there was Zamfir Plays the World’s Most Beautiful Melodies. I mean, come on—was there anything more unintentionally hilarious than this commercial? Zamfir, with his pan flute, was essentially the New Age version of a rock star. To my younger self, the pan flute sounded a lot like the recorders we’d learned to play in elementary school. My ex-boyfriend Ritchie and his sister Angie didn’t just laugh at the idea; we came up with a whole plan to become performance artists at the square in Pensacola, armed with karaoke tapes and recorders. Angie even wondered out loud about Zamfir’s touring schedule, whether colds could derail his career and the possibility of Zamfir groupies (if you’re out there, pan flute fans, Angie salutes you).
This one was iconic—a soothing collection of New Age hits marketed as “not available in stores,” though most of us eventually snagged copies locally in Wal-Mart, K-Mart and Camelot. I still have my original CD and even managed to collect the later volumes. Whether you were trying to relax after school or just loved the epic, ambient soundscape, Pure Moods was the soundtrack of dreamy GenX afternoons, or for some of us that were a bit too frisky at times, our weird soundtrack to get our freak on.
Speaking of getting our freak on, Time Life Music’s Ultimate Love Songs Collection played at the most bizarre times, like 1 a.m. when you’d already dozed off to WWF Superstars. Just when you thought your night couldn’t get weirder, Celine Dion would belt out something like The Power of Love to jolt you awake followed by Michael Bolton asking how he's supposed to live without you. These collections knew how to hit us with the drama—the love songs paired perfectly with the late-night haze. I can honestly say, I didn't buy it...I already had all the tunes on the full length albums because well, I'm an eclectic weirdo.
Living in Vegas brought its own brand of commercial magic: Michael Crawford Performs the Songs of Andrew Lloyd Webber ran on repeat even though the album had been out for years. Crawford’s role in EFX at the MGM Grand might’ve been old news by then, but these commercial kept his theatrical vibes alive in the city and totally monopolized on his Phantom fame among the tourists that came to Vegas hoping he would belt out The Music of the Night rather than Counting Up To Twenty. In related news, while I was living in Kentucky, the Sarah Brightman Surrender album commercial appeared on random cable networks and it was Phantom-fan bait, pure and simple—and yes, though it said not available in stores, I ordered it during the early days of AOL. Who else remembers painstakingly loading CDNow after connected to AOL with that dial-up sound buzzing in the background before hearing "Welcome! You've Got Mail?" Good times.
Looking back at these music commercials, I can’t help but laugh at their earnestness and unintentional comedy. They weren’t just selling albums—they were selling moments, ideas and for some, pure hilarity. Whether it was the enchanting allure of pan flutes, the melodrama of soft rock or songs that jolted us awake in the dead of night, these ads had a knack for sticking with us. Before I wrap this up, there’s one more I just have to mention. This particular Vegas personality left an impression—not so much for his music, but for his adoring fans, mostly elderly women, who entertained me far more than his performance did (I had comp tickets while in Vegas, who didn't?). Does anyone else remember this classic commercial from my elementary school days? Mr. Humperdinck, if you please…

What about you? Do any of these commercials strike a chord (pun intended)? Which ones do you remember most vividly? Share your nostalgia in the comments—I’d love to hear your stories, laughs or even see your failed video recreations. And hey, if these nostalgic musings made you smile, any small gesture of support would be a huge help in keeping the memory lane tour alive and well. 😉 Here’s to the days when TV sold us music we didn’t know we needed. Now, excuse me while I dust off my Pure Moods CD for a quick sound bath. 🎵✨


Tuesday, April 8, 2025

Falling Under the Spell of "Kiss of the Spider Woman": A Love Letter to the Original Broadway Cast Recording


Let me take you back to a time when my love for musical theatre was as dazzling as the neon lights of Times Square. During my days in New York City, while hustling through the chaos of it all, I had a brief encounter with Fred Ebb. Imagine if I’d fully known who he was—what a missed opportunity for my budding theatre-loving self! Back then, I didn’t have the vocal chops to belt out the iconic Kander and Ebb tunes, but life has a funny way of revealing its treasures when you’re ready to embrace them.

Before I left NYC, the city was abuzz with excitement about a new Kander and Ebb musical: Kiss of the Spider Woman. Originally staged in Toronto and London, it was set to premiere at the Broadhurst Theatre—the same venue where I sat entranced by Patrick Stewart’s A Christmas Carol December 1992. I remember thinking, “That’s going to be a musical? Interesting choice.” You see, I had seen the film Kiss of the Spider Woman back in middle school with my friend TK. We were expecting a sexy and glamorous gay movie but were instead drawn into its gritty, haunting tale.

Fast forward a few months after I left New York and Kiss of the Spider Woman finally opened to sold-out crowds. When I visited the city again, I was lucky enough to snag a single ticket (thank you, theatre gods!) and witnessed one of the most spellbinding performances of my life. Chita Rivera as Aurora—where do I even begin? To this day, I pinch myself and think, “I saw the legendary Chita Rivera live!”


The moment I stepped out of that theatre, I knew I needed to relive the magic of Kiss of the Spider Woman over and over. Cue my pilgrimage to Colony Records, where I splurged on the “import” printing of the original cast recording—at a price I’d rather not admit. Let’s just say it was triple what the U.S. release was when it was released a few months later. But honestly? Worth every penny.

This album is pure enchantment. From the very first notes, Kander and Ebb’s score pulls you into its world—a surreal, dreamlike journey through love, heartbreak and the darkness of human connection. Brent Carver (Molina) and Anthony Crivello (Valentin) bring every ounce of their characters’ emotional depth to the music. “Dressing Them Up” captures Molina’s charm, while “I Draw the Line” lets Valentin’s fiery defiance shine. The tender “Dear One” brings these two men into harmony with the voices of Molina’s mother and Valentin’s girlfriend, creating a moment of aching beauty.

And then there’s Chita Rivera. Her portrayal of Aurora, the Spider Woman, is nothing short of iconic. Tracks like “Where You Are” and “I Do Miracles” are hauntingly brilliant—blending camp, danger and mystery into a hypnotic performance. It’s no exaggeration to say she is the heart and soul of the recording, commanding every note with an aura that feels almost supernatural.

Over time, the role of Aurora was passed on to other talented women, including Vanessa Williams and Maria Conchita Alonso. 
Few replacement casts get their own recordings, but Williams’ status as a popular recording artist made it happen. Her performance, while vocally stunning, lacks the same mystique and gravitas that Rivera brought to the role. Aurora isn’t just a character—it’s an idea, a reflection of Molina’s dreams and fears. Rivera embodied that complexity with unmatched charisma, while Williams leans more into vocal precision than emotional depth.

However, the new cast recording isn’t without its triumphs. Brian Stokes Mitchell steps into the role of Valentin and his voice is, as always, a force of nature. He even manages to make “The Day After That,” one of the score’s more polarizing anthems, into a truly stirring moment. Howard McGillin, as Molina, delivers beautiful vocals and hits the head on the fragile desperation the character demands.

While this recording doesn’t quite capture the magic of the original, it’s still worth a listen, especially if you’re a fan of Vanessa Williams, Brian Stokes Mitchell or Howard McGillin.

I had the privilege of seeing another iteration of Kiss of the Spider Woman during its touring production in Chicago in 1995. Carol Lawrence, Chita’s former West Side Story co-star, took on the role of Aurora. Her age added a certain gravitas that worked beautifully, but still, no one has ever truly matched Rivera’s iconic portrayal.

This show is groundbreaking—a surreal, daring masterpiece that tackled identity, sacrifice and the blurred lines between fantasy and reality long before the trend of adapting movies into musicals took off. Terrence McNally’s adaptation of Manuel Puig’s novel and film brought the story’s dreamlike logic to life, but it’s the cast, especially Chita Rivera, who elevated it to legendary status.

So there it is—my love letter to one of the most fascinating cast recordings muscial theatre has ever produced. Whether you’re a die-hard theatre fan or new to the world of musicals, I can’t recommend this album enough. It’s a journey into a surreal, emotional, and deeply human story that stays with you long after the final note fades. 

Have you experienced the magic of Kiss of the Spider Woman—whether on stage, through its recordings or even in the film? Are you excited about the upcoming film release featuring Jennifer Lopez? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments below! And if this story sparked a bit of nostalgia or introduced you to something new, feel free to share the love—or perhaps drop a small token of appreciation. Every bit helps keep the curtain rising! 🎭💖


Sunday, April 6, 2025

The Witch Trials of Pendle: Fear, Darkness and the Haunting Legacy of 1612


There’s something bone-chilling about stories rooted in history. They aren’t just tales to scare you—they’re shadows of real people, real terror, and real lives forever altered. One story that always leaves my spine tingling is the tale of Pendle’s witch trials in 1612.
This isn’t just about witches or folklore; it’s about fear and survival in a world where suspicion could get you killed. Imagine the lonely moors of Lancashire, shrouded in mist, where whispers carried secrets and the slightest accusation could bring darkness crashing down. This was Pendle, a place where neighbors turned on neighbors and lives unraveled in the blink of an eye. Are you ready to step into the shadows of history? Let me take you there—but don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Life in early 17th-century England was harsh, uncertain, and divided. King James I ruled a land fractured by religious tension. Catholics and Protestants eyed each other with suspicion, and the king himself—who had survived an assassination attempt—was obsessed with rooting out enemies and hunting witches. Pendle, a remote borough in Lancashire, was a breeding ground for fear. The moors stretched endlessly, barren and bleak, casting an isolating shadow over its inhabitants. Life was hard—poverty and illness gripped the community—and when things went wrong, the people sought someone to blame. That blame often fell on the Demdikes and the Chattoxes, two impoverished families led by women. Whispers spread that they practiced sorcery. In a place where fear reigned, such accusations were a death sentence.
The story spiraled into chaos one fateful day when Alizon Device, a teenager from the Demdike family, encountered a peddler named John Law. Alizon asked him to sell her some pins, but when he refused, something horrifying happened. Law collapsed. His body froze, paralyzed, his voice stolen as he lay helpless on the ground. Today, doctors might suspect a stroke. But in 1612, the terrified townspeople pointed at Alizon—and her dog. They believed she’d cursed him, casting a spell with the help of her “talking” animal companion. Suddenly, the whispers about the Demdikes turned into full-blown accusations. Alizon, her family, and even members of the rival Chattox clan were dragged into the fray. They were accused of everything from paralyzing Law to murdering 16 people, stealing holy bread for spells, and even bewitching animals. The townspeople were terrified. What if they were next?
By August 1612, the fear and fury reached a breaking point. Trials began, and the courtroom became a theater of nightmares. Witnesses took the stand with chilling tales of spellcasting, talking animals, and dark rituals. Thomas Potts, a court clerk, later documented the events in his work The Wonderfull Discoverie of Witches in the Countie of Lancaster. The details are horrifying. Alizon and her family were accused of things no one could prove—but in an era when fear ruled, proof wasn’t needed.
Twelve people stood accused. Ten were convicted and hanged. One died in the squalor of prison. Only one escaped the gallows, found innocent in the end.
The town believed they had cleansed their community of evil. But instead of relief, Pendle was left with a haunting void. The moors seemed darker. The wind carried whispers of what had happened—and of what might happen again. To this day, the story of the Pendle witches lingers like a shadow over history. Many modern scholars see the trials as a tragic result of social and political upheaval, a desperate attempt to assert control in chaotic times. But the human cost was devastating. Innocent people—mostly women—were destroyed by fear, ignorance, and prejudice. Their names echo through history, a reminder of how quickly fear can turn deadly. Even now, visitors to Pendle report an unsettling atmosphere. The moors, silent and sprawling, seem to hold onto the energy of what happened centuries ago. Some say they can feel it—the weight of history, the sadness, the terror.
So what do you think? Were these people victims of fear and superstition, or was something darker at play? Did the accused witches truly wield powers beyond understanding, or were they scapegoats in a time of turmoil? I’d love to hear your thoughts—drop your ideas in the comments below. And if this tale sent chills down your spine or left you wanting to unravel more haunting mysteries, consider showing your support in whatever way feels right to you. Your encouragement helps keep these stories alive, casting light on the darkness of history.


The day I was attacked by 5 teens at Subway at 5225 Highway 85

Hey friends,

Today, I’m peeling back the curtain to share a story I haven’t spoken about before. It’s raw, it’s real and honestly, it’s something that has shifted how I approach safety and vigilance in my everyday life. A few Tuesdays ago, what started as a simple lunch stop turned into a whirlwind of chaos that left me physically hurt, mentally shaken and utterly resolved to take steps to ensure nothing like this happens again.

I wasn’t feeling well that morning and decided to call out from work. After a trip to the doctor, Terry wanted to grab lunch at Subway, located at 5225 Highway 85, Atlanta, GA. I tagged along inside, figuring it’d be a quick stop.

Little did we know, trouble was brewing. While we were inside, five African American boys entered the Subway. The lone employee—a young pregnant woman—immediately recognized them and told them to leave, reminding them that they’d been banned weeks ago for stealing money from her tip jar. Only one of the boys was allowed inside, but things didn’t end there.

When the employee asked their ages, the response was shocking. One boy claimed he was 13 and another 15, casually adding that they didn’t feel like going to school that day because they were there the day before. I couldn’t help but feel bad for the employee, who tried to reason with them, warning the lingering boy to steer clear of bad influences.

As Terry and I headed to our car, I could sense something was off. The boys were still outside, yelling and scheming. My instincts kicked in—I dialed 911, anticipating trouble. That’s when they rushed toward me, the old chubby white guy they thought they could bully and gang up on. The boys surrounded me, shouting taunts, screaming I was racist in spite of knowing nothing of me, daring me to swing at them. It was a surreal moment—the kind where time feels frozen. Terry shouted at me to get in the car, but I held my ground, refusing to become the aggressor, mostly because of their age and I didn't want to be the one that gets charged with assaulting a minor. Then it escalated. One boy slammed the car door on me—first against my leg, then grabbed my shoulders trying to slam me against the door from the inside. Another kicked Terry’s car door, breaking the handle and denting it. Amid the chaos, they realized I’d called 911 and tried to snatch my phone away. And here's where things get crystal clear: we’re in an open-carry state. While I wasn’t armed at the time, you better believe that going forward, I’ll open carry at times when I know I'm in a place or around people I know are dangerous. Holding a weapons carry permit is handy for concealed carry, which I do everywhere but work where it's not allowed. Even if I didn't have my permit—permit or no permit I would still carry.
This experience has been a wake-up call. From now on, my Ray-Ban smart glasses will be charged and ready to record photos or videos of anything remotely suspicious. Having an additional layer of protection and evidence brings me peace of mind.

The Lighthouse Garden Apartments where the boys ran to.

The Subway employee valiantly ran out to intervene, forcing the boys to scatter to a nearby apartment complex. Police eventually arrived, took our statements and promised(???) to patrol the area, looking for the boys from the security footage captured by the Chervon station and Subway—a promise that feels more like a brush-off. Adding to the frustration, our car insurance called me first and stated that if claimed they would refuse to cover any medical expenses I may have incurred since the car wasn’t moving. Also, the fact that our deductible is higher than the cost of repairs, this is completely on us since the police haven't been any help even though I gave them a pretty good idea of where the boys live, Lighthouse Garden Apartments, as well as the idea of cross-referencing attendance records of any teenagers in the local school that match the descriptions we gave and appeared in the security video in the parking lot. They kids have already made it clear their banning from not only the Subway but the entire property owned by the adjoined Chevron gas station over 2 months ago, will not stop them from being a problem. Also, the "Manager" of the Subway is never in when I call to speak to her, they didn't fill out an incident report and the law offices I called to ask advice on any recourse stated that the State of Georgia is about to have a bill signed by the republican governor, Kemp, making it almost impossible to sue a business whose security failed to keep their guests safe, meaning there will be little liability if you are injured or killed on their property.

Oh, and because life enjoys piling on, our brand new fridge’s ice maker broke down, the part that needs replacing was on backorder from Frigidaire and when it finally came in and the repairman was scheduled, he failed to show up—Frigidaire is sending another sometime soon, just another hiccup in a week of chaos.

Life isn’t always smooth sailing and sharing our struggles helps us find strength. Have you ever had an experience that shook your worldview? How did you bounce back? I’d love to hear your thoughts or stories in the comments below—it’s moments like these where connection means everything. And if you're interested in showing support, whether through a thoughtful comment, sharing this post or even a token of appreciation *help with the cost of the door repair* know that it’s deeply appreciated. Every ounce of support makes a difference.

Thank you for letting me share this journey with you.
Until next time


Saturday, April 5, 2025

Saturday GLOWcase: A Dark Week, A Personal Update & Recap of Previous Articles


Hello GLOW enthusiasts and friends!

This past week has been a whirlwind! Life threw me curveballs at work, at home and everywhere in between. As much as I strive to stick to my daily posting schedule, there are times when life takes precedence—and this week was one of those times. But you know what? It’s all part of the journey and I believe in sharing it all, the highs and lows, with you, my amazing readers.

Unfortunately, this means this week’s "Saturday GLOWcase" has to take a rain check. Don’t worry, though—I’ve cooked up something truly special for next week that will make the wait absolutely worth it!

For those of you who might be new here or just want to revisit some of our GLOW-tastic content, let me introduce you to my daily themes and recap some past highlights. Grab a cup of your favorite drink and let’s dive in!

Daily Themes Overview:
  • Sunday Shoot the Breeze: Heartfelt life stories and personal reflections to kickstart the week.
  • Monday Mysteries: Intriguing tales of the unexplained or enigmatic.
  • Tuesday Tunes: Reviews, stories and tributes to the music that I love and hopefully you appreciate.
  • Wednesday Show 'n Tell: Recipes, product reviews or exciting finds—my little corner to share things I love.
  • Thursday Bookish Adventures: Book-related discussions thanks to my love of reading which goes hand in hand to my job as a Book Operations Supervisor at Atlanta Airport!
  • Friday Date Night Fun: Ideas and reflections on activities perfect for a date night, from movies to musicals and everything in between.
  • Saturday GLOWcase: My ode to the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling—the wrestlers, creators, crew, and fans who made it iconic.
To keep the GLOW spirit alive, here’s a complete list of the "Saturday GLOWcase" posts we’ve published so far. Whether you want to relive these shining moments or catch up if you’ve missed any, all the links are here for you:

  1. Tulsa, Jodi Haselbarth: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2024/10/saturday-wrestling-spotlight-tulsas.html
  2. Evangelina, Christy Smith: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2024/10/saturday-spotlight-evangelina-from.html
  3. Matilda the Hun, Deanna Booher: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2024/11/remembering-matilda-unforgettable-glow.html
  4. Little Feather: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2024/11/saturday-spotlight-glowing-journey-of.html
  5. Cheyenne Cher, Dee Walker: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2024/11/cheyenne-cher-empowering-indian.html
  6. Melody Trouble Vixen, MTV, Eileen O'Hara: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2024/11/glowing-spotlight-melody-trouble-vixen.html
  7. Tina Ferrari, Lisa Moretti: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2024/11/glow-ing-saturday-spotlight.html
  8. Tiffany Mellon, Sandra Margot: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2024/12/saturday-glowcase-unforgettable-tiffany.html
  9. GLOW Fan, Les Muir: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2024/12/saturday-glowcase-les-muir-dedicated.html
  10. Daisy, Helena Cameron: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2024/12/saturday-glowcase-helena-cameron-aka.html
  11. GLOW Fan, James Paul Maher: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2024/12/saturday-glowcase-james-paul-maher.html
  12. Hollywood, Jeanne Basone: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2024/10/saturday-morning-wrestling-glow.html
  13. GLOW Fan, Rick Howard Jr.: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2025/01/saturday-glowcase-rick-howard-jrs.html
  14. Angel, Andrea Laird Micheil: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2025/01/saturday-glowcase-celebrating-angel.html
  15. GLOW Fan, Richard Hughes: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2025/01/saturday-glowcase-glow-fan-richard.html
  16. Matt Cimber, the director of GLOW: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2025/02/saturday-glowcase-story-of-glows.html
  17. GLOW Fan, Michael Karr: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2025/02/saturday-glowcase-michael-karrs-glow.html
  18. Godiva, Dawn Maestas: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2025/02/saturday-glowcase-godivas-glittering.html
  19. GLOW Fan, Jennifer Chiola: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2025/02/saturday-glowcase-tribute-from-loyal.html
  20. Jungle Woman, Annette Marroquin: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2025/03/glowcase-annette-marroquin-as-jungle.html
  21. GLOW Fan & fellow GLOW Historian, Mike Rand: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2025/03/saturday-glowcase-celebrating-glow.html
  22. Dementia #1/Sugar, Michelle Duze: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2025/03/the-many-faces-of-dementia-tribute-to.html
  23. GLOW Fan, Vanessa Bello: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2025/03/saturday-glowcase-glow-of-friendship.html
  24. Steve Blance, GLOW's writer and referee: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2025/03/saturday-glowcase-behind-ropes-steve.html

Bonus GLOW Posts:

My review of Hollywood, Jeanne Basone's book Hooray for Hollywood: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2024/12/hooray-for-hollywood-true-story-of.html

My book review of Glamazon: My Life of Glitter, Guts, and Glory by Matilda the Hun Deanna Booher: https://adriansknitwits.blogspot.com/2015/02/my-thoughts-of-glamazon-queen-kong-my.html

Each post shines a light on the incredible stories of GLOW’s cast and crew, as well as devoted fans who keep this legacy alive. Bookmark these links or dive into them as time permits—you won’t regret it!

I can’t tell you how much your continued support, comments and engagement mean to me. You are the heart and soul of what makes this blog special to me. If you’ve been inspired, entertained or informed by my posts, I’d love to hear from you! Your feedback fuels my passion and keeps me going strong.
Speaking of support, if you’d like to contribute to help this blog continue to thrive and grow, your kindness would mean the world. (Even a small token of appreciation goes a long way.) But above all, your presence here is already a gift in itself.

Stay tuned for next week’s "Saturday GLOWcase"—it’s going to be worth the wait, I promise! Until then, keep glowing brightly and making every day a showstopper.

With GLOWing gratitude,
~Adrian


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