Saturday, April 19, 2025

Saturday GLOWcase: David McLane: The Creative Force Who Revolutionized Women's Wrestling


Hey there, GLOW fans! Welcome to another exciting edition of the Saturday GLOWcase, where I spotlight the unforgettable moments, people and legacies from the world of GLOW. This week’s spotlight is on none other than David McLane, one of the original creators of GLOW and a key figure who left his mark on every single episode from the pilot until the end of season two. When McLane departed, he didn’t leave alone—many of the talented women who had been with GLOW from the start followed him to embark on a brand-new venture: POWW (Powerful Women of Wrestling). Buckle up, because McLane’s story is a whirlwind of creativity, determination and trailblazing innovation that forever changed the wrestling and entertainment landscape.

I always enjoyed watching David interact with the ladies on GLOW—he had such a natural way of connecting with them and it was clear he genuinely loved working alongside the cast and contributing to the show’s success. While David has never been part of the GLOW cruises that the ladies and fans, like myself, have enjoyed over the years, I did have a surprise encounter with him once aboard the Queen Mary. Several of us—fans and the ladies of GLOW—had gathered there for a fun night of hanging out and partying. Completely by coincidence, David happened to be on the same ship with a colleague. It was such an unexpected and happy surprise to cross paths with him! Among the group of ladies on board that night, Angel was the only one who had worked directly with David on GLOW.

David McLane’s love for professional wrestling began in his hometown of Indianapolis, where he and his brothers would watch larger-than-life matches unfold on TV. But McLane wasn’t content just being a fan. While most teenagers were dreaming about the future, he was already building one. Launching the Dick the Bruiser Fan Club, he sold photographs of wrestling stars through mail order, mastering the art of promotion at a young age. His ingenuity caught the attention of none other than Dick the Bruiser, who brought McLane into the World Wrestling Association (WWA). There, he sharpened his skills in marketing, promotion and commentary—laying the foundation for a career that would rewrite the rules of sports entertainment.

In 1986, McLane made history by creating GLOW (Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling), the first-ever all-women's wrestling TV series. Set against the glitz and glamour of Las Vegas’ Riviera Hotel and Casino, GLOW combined athleticism, comedy and high-energy storytelling. From its unforgettable characters like Hollywood, Sally the Farmer's Daughter and Matilda the Hun to its over-the-top drama, GLOW captured the hearts of audiences everywhere, often surpassing WWF programs in ratings. McLane didn’t just stay behind the scenes—he was a prominent on-screen personality, hosting and announcing matches with his signature style. David also participated in various sketches and even had his own rap. However, by the end of GLOW’s second season, McLane had creative differences with the show’s producers, leading him to leave GLOW and start a new chapter.

Shortly after his departure from GLOW, McLane founded POWW (Powerful Women of Wrestling) in 1987. While GLOW leaned heavily on camp and variety-show humor, POWW took a more wrestling-focused approach, showcasing the skills of its talented roster. Many GLOW fan favorites joined McLane in this new endeavor, including Matilda the Hun (rebranded as Queen Kong), Tina Ferrari (known as Nina) and Angel (known as Hot Rod Andie). POWW also recruited stars from other promotions, like Luna Vachon and Madusa Miceli, creating a diverse lineup of fierce competitors. POWW joined forces with the WWA and later collaborated with the AWA, bringing its brand of women’s wrestling to new heights. The promotion even made a splash in Hollywood, with wrestlers appearing in the film American Angels: Baptism of Blood. Though POWW closed in 1990, it left an indelible mark on the wrestling world, building on the trail GLOW had blazed.

In 2000, McLane returned to his first love with WOW (Women of Wrestling). WOW carried forward the torch of empowering female athletes, blending high-octane matches with compelling storylines. Partnering with Jeanie Buss, co-owner of the Los Angeles Lakers and AJ Mendez, former WWE superstar, McLane ensured WOW’s success as both a family-friendly spectacle and a platform for talented wrestlers. The WOW roster has featured both seasoned veterans and exciting newcomers. Stars like Penelope Pink, Lana Star, Coach Campanelli and Kandi Krush have brought unmatched charisma and athleticism to the ring. This season introduced WOW’s first female referee, Paige Prinzivalli, breaking new ground for representation in wrestling. And who could forget the Miami Sweet Heat twins, Lindsey and Laurie Carlson? Their recent WOW Tag Team Tournament victory—an epic clash against the Tonga Twins—showcased everything fans love about McLane’s vision: powerful storytelling, remarkable athletes and thrilling drama. With WOW achieving unprecedented U.S. and international distribution, McLane’s creation continues to inspire audiences worldwide. From partnerships with ViacomCBS to broadcasts in Australia and Southeast Asia, WOW proves that women’s wrestling is a global phenomenon.

McLane’s career isn’t confined to the wrestling ring. His work with ESPN on the World Roller Hockey League and Pro Beach Hockey brought niche sports into the limelight, while his Triple Crown of Polo series redefined luxury sports entertainment. Always ahead of the curve, McLane turned every project he touched into a must-see event.


From GLOW to POWW and WOW, David McLane has dedicated his life to elevating women’s wrestling and expanding the horizons of sports entertainment. His work isn’t just about creating shows—it’s about creating opportunities, breaking barriers and inspiring countless athletes and fans to dream bigger.

From wrestling to roller hockey and polo, David McLane has proven himself a true trailblazer, reshaping industries and empowering performers. His vision for women’s wrestling continues to evolve through WOW, an organization that champions female athletes and captivates fans of all ages. Don’t forget to check out WOW Superheroes on their official website, wowe.com and on social media @wowsuperheroes

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Friday, April 18, 2025

Mannequin: A Nostalgic Dive into 80s Magic and Movie Memories


Growing up, my trips to the movies were few and far between. I count them on one hand: The Sword in the Stone with a neighbor, rainy-day $1 movie outings during day camp (Harry and the Hendersons and believe it or not, Poltergeist 3), a secret date to see National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation, and a memorable viewing of Home Alone with my mom. But there was one movie I desperately wanted to see in theaters: Mannequin.

I begged my sister, Becki, to take me, but she wasn’t interested. Even my friend Stig and his Gran weren’t interested and Stig likes weird movies. So, like many other 80s classics (Who’s That Girl, Nightmare on Elm Street 4—stories for another day), Mannequin became one of those films I had to wait to watch at home.


Back then, we didn’t own a VCR. My parents thought it was a passing fad, so we rented one whenever we wanted a movie night. Eventually, my mom caved and bought a secondhand VCR. It wasn’t fancy, but it played movies and recorded them in decent quality. Around the same time, we got Cinemax, because my parents thought it would be cheaper to record movies off of Cinemax than buying them at the store and I wasn’t upset because the VCR meant I could finally tape movies off TV. And when Mannequin hit regular rotation, I was ready with my Walmart-branded VHS tape.


When I finally watched it, I was hooked. I must’ve replayed that tape a hundred times. Andrew McCarthy as Jonathan Switcher was captivating—not a crush, just admiration. Kim Cattrall as Emmy? Pure magic. Estelle Getty brought her signature charm and the entire cast delivered performances that made the movie unforgettable.


The film was quintessential 80s cheese and I loved every second of it. The music was equally iconic. While Starship’s Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now became a radio hit, I spent years searching for Belinda Carlisle’s In My Wildest Dreams. It wasn’t until recently that I found it in a box set of her singles. Listening to it now, it’s delightfully dated, but it still brings a smile to my face.


The store in the movie, Prince & Company, felt like a dream. Growing up in Pensacola, our biggest department stores—Gayfers, Sears, Montgomery Ward, JCPenney, McRae’s, and DH Holmes—were nothing like the grand, multi-level elegance of Prince & Company. It reminded me of how I remembered DH Holmes looking in the early 80s, before Dillards bought them.


Here’s a fun fact: Prince & Company wasn’t a set. The movie was filmed at the historic John Wanamaker Building in Philadelphia, now the Macy’s Center City which has sadly found itself among the stores that Macy’s has decided to close for good. With its stunning architecture, including the Greek Hall and the world’s largest operational pipe organ, it was the perfect backdrop for this whimsical tale. Other Philadelphia landmarks, like Rittenhouse Square and City Hall, also made appearances, adding authenticity to the film’s charm.


Even decades later, Mannequin holds a special place in my heart. It’s a reminder of a simpler time when movies were pure escapism. The story of a struggling artist and his mannequin-turned-muse is as quirky as it gets, but that’s what makes it so endearing.

If you haven’t seen Mannequin, do yourself a favor and watch it. And if you have, I’d love to hear your thoughts. Did you fall in love with Prince & Company like I did? Were you as enchanted by Emmy’s transformation?

Let’s Keep the Conversation Going! I’d love to hear your Mannequin memories or any 80s movie recommendations you have. Drop a comment below and let’s chat! And hey, if you enjoyed this trip down memory lane and feel like supporting my blog, I’d be incredibly grateful. Your kindness helps keep these stories alive. Until next time, keep dreaming and embracing the magic of nostalgia!


Thursday, April 17, 2025

Love, Lies, and Laughter: A Joyride Through Alexis Hall’s "10 Things That Never Happened"


There’s a certain magic in receiving a book as a gift. It feels like an unspoken acknowledgment—“This made me think of you.” That’s how I got my hands on 10 Things That Never Happened by Alexis Hall, courtesy of my manager, Brittani. It came my way after Christmas, a cheerful surprise that I hadn’t expected but wholeheartedly welcomed. I had intentionally refrained from purchasing it myself—I’d slipped it onto the Christmas gift guide I made for my partner, Terry, who likes a little direction when gift-giving rolls around. While Terry didn’t snag this one for me, Brittani swooped in like a literary Santa, and I couldn’t have been happier.

Having adored Boyfriend Material and Husband Material, 2 incredible books that Terry gifted me the Christmas before, I already trusted Alexis Hall to deliver another winner. I skipped over the ARC copy in my possession because I wanted the joy of savoring this story straight from the crisp, printed pages. And let me tell you, it was worth the wait.

Sam Becker is living his best managerial life—or at least, he was until his boss, Jonathan Forest, summoned him to the Croydon branch for "a talk." Sam loves his role managing the Leeds location of a bed and bath retailer. He’s a natural leader, creating a workplace his team genuinely loves—a rare feat. But Jonathan, the intimidating, no-nonsense owner of the company, sees things differently. Hiring Sam had been a sentimental decision, one he now regrets. Determined to rectify his perceived mistake, Jonathan is ready for a tough conversation.

Only, things take an unexpected turn. Sam, thoroughly panicked by the prospect of a confrontation with his surly boss, bumps his head. And in a moment of impulsive genius—or sheer terror—he decides to fake amnesia. What starts as a wild excuse to save his job turns into something much more complicated as Jonathan, wracked with guilt, takes Sam into his home to "recover."

As Sam gets to know Jonathan better, he starts to see a softer, more human side to the man he once thought was all steel and edges. But with their relationship evolving under the shadow of one big lie, Sam faces a dilemma: can he come clean without breaking what they’ve built? Alexis Hall masterfully blends laugh-out-loud moments with deeply touching scenes, crafting a rom-com that’s as heartfelt as it is hilarious.

Sam and Jonathan’s journey is everything I love about Alexis Hall’s writing. These characters aren’t just protagonists; they feel like real, flawed people with quirks, insecurities, and layers that peel back over the course of the story. Sam’s sunny disposition and Jonathan’s gruff exterior create a delightful opposites-attract dynamic, and watching their relationship evolve is nothing short of enchanting.
What makes this book shine is the emotional depth behind all the humor. One moment you’re giggling at Sam’s antics, and the next, you’re hit with a wave of poignancy that stays with you. Alexis Hall excels at creating stories where love doesn’t just happen despite the messiness—it happens because of it. And the supporting cast? Pure gold. They bring added hilarity and heart, making the story even richer.

It’s not just a rom-com; it’s a reminder of the beauty in vulnerability, second chances, and the courage to face the truth—even when it’s messy.

Have you had the chance to read 10 Things That Never Happened yet? What were your standout moments? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments. Let’s gush, laugh, and dissect this incredible story together! And hey—if you’re feeling extra generous today, know that any small token of appreciation to fuel more bookish adventures is always treasured. 😉
Here’s to stories that make us laugh, cry, and believe in the beauty of messy, complicated love!


Tuesday, April 15, 2025

Time Capsule: 1960 - Life, Culture and Challenges of an Iconic Era


Have you ever wondered what life was like in the 1960s? If you’ve followed my posts, you already know I have a soft spot for all things retro. As a kid, nothing captivated me more than pulling random volumes from my parents’ old American Peoples Encyclopedia set. My mom, an expert yard sale connoisseur, had snagged the collection at a bargain price back when we lived in our little yellow house on Easter Lane, most likely in hopes that my sister would be able to use them for school research rather than having to go to the library. Their charmingly dated pages painted vivid pictures of times gone by and reading them became my personal rabbit hole of discovery. I’m convinced that these books as well as the World Almanac that mama and daddy bought every other year gave me more knowledge than anything I learned in school.

It’s this nostalgic curiosity that inspires today’s post as well as many others that I have created. This is an ode to the year 1960, a full ten years before my sister was born, sixteen before I came along and just one year before my partner, Terry, was born. From the quirks of daily life to the major events that shaped the era, this year reveals a fascinating story of progress, hardship and cultural milestones.

The cost of living in 1960 offers a charming glimpse into a world where life seemed simpler and more affordable. Median yearly income for families was $5,620, with the minimum wage set at just $1 per hour. Everyday essentials were delightfully inexpensive—sending a letter cost only $0.04, making letter writing not just a way to communicate but also a popular pastime. And why not savor a Hershey bar while penning your thoughts? At just $0.05 apiece, you could enjoy a sweet treat and an evening activity for less than a dime. Gasoline was an easy $0.31 per gallon, making road trips a feasible adventure. Grocery shopping was equally wallet-friendly: a pound of bacon cost $0.54, a 5-lb. bag of sugar was $0.51 and an 18-oz. box of Kellogg's Corn Flakes could be yours for just $0.27. Craving a treat? A 1-lb. package of Oreo cookies was only $0.45. For entertainment, a movie ticket was a mere $0.75, offering an affordable escape to the big screen. Even gold, at $35.27 per ounce, was within reach for those looking to invest. These details paint an engaging portrait of the era’s affordability and lifestyle.

Can you imagine stepping into a cozy diner, the smell of fresh coffee wafting through the air and the jukebox in the corner playing the latest Elvis hit. For less than $2, you could enjoy a hearty meal complete with a burger, fries and maybe even a slice of pie to top it off. After your meal, filling up your car’s gas tank for just a few dollars was all it took to set off on an impromptu adventure down endless open roads. Life seemed slower, more connected and remarkably affordable. These were simpler times indeed—a world where life’s pleasures were accessible and every dime stretched further than you could imagine.

In 1960, the political landscape of the United States was defined by the leadership of President Dwight D. Eisenhower and Vice President Richard M. Nixon. It was a time of steady governance amidst global tensions, with the U.S. population reaching approximately 180.7 million—a significant figure reflecting the nation's growth and dynamism. On a global scale, the world population stood at around 3 billion, showcasing humanity's expansion and the interconnected challenges and opportunities of the era. These numbers offer a snapshot of a pivotal moment in history, where political decisions and demographic shifts shaped the course of the future.

It wasn’t just a year of idyllic simplicity—1960 carried its fair share of groundbreaking and sobering events that shaped history in profound ways. On May 1, an American U-2 spy plane piloted by Francis Gary Powers was shot down over the Soviet Union, igniting tensions in the already fraught Cold War. Powers was charged with espionage and later exchanged for Soviet spy Rudolf Abel in a high-profile prisoner swap. Just weeks later, on May 19, the music industry was shaken when popular radio disc jockey Alan Freed, credited with coining the term "rock and roll," was arrested for commercial bribery, accused of accepting payola to promote certain songs.

June saw groundbreaking moments that would influence society for years to come. On June 23, the FDA approved Enovid, the first oral contraceptive, marking a revolutionary milestone in women’s healthcare and reproductive rights. Only a week later, on June 30, the Republic of the Congo gained independence from Belgium. However, the newfound freedom was marred by instability, as the Congolese army mutinied shortly after, leading to Belgium’s controversial intervention to restore order.
On August 19, the Soviet Union launched Sputnik 5, a mission that boldly carried 40 mice, two rats, a rabbit, fruit flies and two dogs into orbit—the first living beings to return safely from space. This remarkable achievement was a key milestone in the ongoing space race. Nature’s fury arrived on September 10, when Category 4 Hurricane Donna wreaked havoc on the Florida Keys, leaving behind $387 million in damage and claiming 50 lives in the United States.

October brought political and civil rights developments that would leave lasting legacies. On October 19, President Eisenhower imposed the first-ever trade embargo on Cuba, a response to growing tensions with Fidel Castro’s government. That very day, Martin Luther King Jr., along with 51 other protesters, was arrested during an Atlanta sit-in for refusing to leave segregated lunch counters. The event cemented King’s leadership in the Civil Rights Movement and underscored the ongoing fight for racial equality.

These events from 1960 showcase a world in flux—advancing in science and healthcare, grappling with geopolitical tensions and taking bold steps toward social justice. It was a year that reflected both progress and challenges, leaving an indelible mark on history.

This decade wasn’t kind to LGBTQ+ individuals. Homosexuality was stigmatized and often criminalized. Many faced harassment, exclusion and the constant threat of arrest. While pockets of activism were emerging (like the Mattachine Society), the road to equality was just beginning. It’s heartbreaking to see parallels today, especially when it got so much better decades later but no we find ourselves in another fight for inclusion and equal rights. The message remains the same: we’re all human and deserve respect, regardless of who we are or who we love.

Pop culture in 1960 was a whirlwind of drama, innovation and unforgettable moments. In a shocking live television moment, Jack Paar, host of The Tonight Show, tearfully declared, "There must be a better way of making a living," before walking off the set—only to return as host a month later. Meanwhile, Elvis Presley, the King of Rock 'n' Roll, made his triumphant return to civilian life after a two-year stint in the U.S. Army in Germany, reigniting the hearts of fans worldwide. In sports, 18-year-old Cassius Clay (later known as Muhammad Ali) overcame his fear of flying to win Olympic gold in Rome, setting the stage for his legendary boxing career.

The cultural landscape was also marked by bold new ventures. Hugh Hefner opened the first Playboy Club in Chicago, introducing a new era of nightlife. On the lighter side, Bil Keane’s Family Circus comic strip debuted in 19 newspapers, bringing wholesome humor to readers across the country. Even Major League Baseball saw a touch of innovation as the Chicago White Sox began displaying players' names on the backs of their uniforms—a trend that would soon catch on with other teams.

The year wasn’t without its mysteries, either. Two police officers in Corning, California, reported seeing a UFO drop from the sky and hover in the air, adding a touch of intrigue to the era. And in the world of cinema, Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho shocked audiences with its chilling twists and turns. Hitchcock, ever the master of suspense, had even purchased as many copies of the source novel as possible in 1959 to keep the plot under wraps.

Television in 1960 was a rich blend of popular favorites and exciting new premieres, capturing the hearts of viewers across the nation. Beloved shows like Gunsmoke (CBS), Wagon Train (NBC), Have Gun-Will Travel (CBS) and Rawhide (CBS) dominated the airwaves with their dramatic storytelling and western adventures. Comedies and lighthearted fare, such as The Andy Griffith Show (CBS), The Real McCoys (ABC) and Candid Camera (CBS), provided laughter and entertainment for families gathered around their TVs. Game shows like The Price Is Right (NBC) and the classic humor of The Jack Benny Show (CBS) added variety to the lineup. Fans of crime dramas were glued to The Untouchables (ABC), which brought gritty, action-packed tales to life.

The year also introduced a range of memorable premieres that would leave lasting legacies. On September 10, The Tall Man debuted on NBC, kicking off a short but impactful run. ITV's Danger Man, which launched on September 11, became a long-running success, lasting eight years. Other notable premieres included My Three Sons (ABC & CBS) on September 29, The Flintstones (ABC) on September 30 and The Andy Griffith Show (CBS) on October 3, which would become one of the most cherished sitcoms of all time. Adventure and whimsy took center stage with Route 66 (CBS) on October 7 and The Bugs Bunny Show (ABC & CBS) on October 11, delighting audiences of all ages.

In contrast, 1960 also marked the end of several fan-favorite series. Fury (NBC) concluded on March 19 after a five-year run. On May 23, the beloved Father Knows Best (CBS) aired its final episode, bidding farewell to its devoted viewers. Other endings included The Millionaire (CBS) on June 7, Tombstone Territory on July 8 and the long-running variety show The Arthur Murray Party on September 6. Nostalgia hit hard as The Dick Clark Show (ABC) ended on September 10 and the legendary children’s program Howdy Doody (NBC) wrapped up its thirteen-year run on September 24, marking the end of an era.

Television in 1960 truly reflected the dynamic landscape of entertainment, from groundbreaking premieres to heartfelt finales, capturing the imagination of audiences during an era when TV was becoming an integral part of daily life.

The silver screen in 1960 dazzled audiences with a mix of gripping dramas, thrilling spectacles and timeless classics. Moviegoers flocked to see unforgettable films such as BUtterfield 8, featuring Elizabeth Taylor's powerful performance and Inherit the Wind, a thought-provoking courtroom drama tackling the clash of science and faith. Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho sent shivers down spines, its shocking twists captivating audiences while redefining the thriller genre. For fans of adventure and heroics, The Magnificent Seven brought action-packed Western flair, while Ocean's 11 oozed sophistication and style with its star-studded ensemble cast. Meanwhile, Spartacus, a sweeping historical epic, mesmerized viewers with its grandeur and emotion.

The 33rd Academy Awards honored these cinematic triumphs with much-deserved accolades. The Apartment, a blend of drama and comedy, earned the coveted Best Picture award, with Billy Wilder taking home Best Director for his brilliant work on the film. Burt Lancaster's compelling portrayal in Elmer Gantry won him the Best Actor award, while Elizabeth Taylor claimed Best Actress for her role in BUtterfield 8. In supporting roles, Peter Ustinov's performance in Spartacus and Shirley Jones' role in Elmer Gantry were recognized with Best Supporting Actor and Actress awards, respectively. The films of 1960 left an indelible mark on cinematic history, captivating audiences then and continuing to be celebrated today.

The sports world in 1960 was a showcase of triumphs, unforgettable moments and legendary names. In baseball, the Pittsburgh Pirates captured the World Series title, cementing their place in history. Football saw dual champions, with the Houston Oilers clinching the AFL title and the Philadelphia Eagles emerging victorious in the NFL. On the basketball court, the dominant Boston Celtics secured the NBA Championship, while collegiate teams like the Ohio State Buckeyes in basketball and the Minnesota Golden Gophers, alongside Ole Miss Rebels in football, brought pride to their universities.

Hockey fans celebrated as the Montreal Canadiens triumphed in the Stanley Cup, continuing their legacy as one of the sport's greatest teams. Tennis enthusiasts watched Neale Fraser and Maria Bueno claim singles titles at Wimbledon, showcasing their athletic brilliance on the grass courts. Golf legend Arnold Palmer wowed audiences with his win at The Masters Tournament, solidifying his status as one of the sport's all-time greats.

In collegiate football, Joe Bellino of Navy earned the prestigious Heisman Trophy for his outstanding performance as a running back. Meanwhile, the roar of engines filled the air as Jim Rathman took home the trophy at the Indianapolis 500, thrilling fans with his speed and precision. The sports achievements of 1960 encapsulate a year of athletic excellence and unforgettable victories that remain etched in the annals of history.

The sounds and stories of 1960 captivated audiences and became defining elements of the era. Music dominated the cultural landscape with iconic hits topping the Billboard charts. Percy Faith and His Orchestra brought the lush, romantic melody of "Theme From 'A Summer Place'" to life, while Jim Reeves’ "He'll Have to Go" offered a heartfelt country classic. The Everly Brothers charmed listeners with "Cathy’s Clown" and Johnny Preston’s "Running Bear" mixed storytelling with catchy rhythms. Tearjerkers like Mark Dinning’s "Teen Angel" tugged at heartstrings, while Brenda Lee’s "I’m Sorry" showcased her unmatched voice. Elvis Presley solidified his status as the King of Rock and Roll with not one but two unforgettable chart-toppers, "It’s Now or Never" and "Stuck on You," while Chubby Checker had the whole nation dancing with the infectious energy of "The Twist."

Meanwhile, the literary world saw the release of books that would become timeless treasures. Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird delivered a poignant and powerful exploration of justice and morality, while Dr. Seuss delighted young readers with the whimsical rhymes of Green Eggs and Ham. James A. Michener’s Hawaii wove a sweeping tale of history and culture and Allen Drury’s Advise and Consent offered a gripping political drama. Scott O’Dell’s Island of the Blue Dolphins captivated young readers with its tale of survival and resilience and John Updike’s Rabbit, Run provided a raw look at suburban life. The nonfiction realm brought impactful works like John Howard Griffin’s Black Like Me, a profound investigation of racial inequality and C.S. Lewis’ The Four Loves, a thoughtful meditation on the nature of human relationships. Sheila Burnford’s The Incredible Journey thrilled readers with its touching story of adventure and loyalty.

The toys of 1960 were more than just playthings—they were gateways to imagination, creativity and boundless fun. First up is the legendary Barbie doll, which by 1960 was already a household name. With her iconic blonde hair and fashionable wardrobe, Barbie became the ultimate playtime companion for kids, letting them dream up glamorous adventures, fashion shows and even entire dream houses. She was more than a doll—she was a phenomenon that sparked a wave of creativity and aspiration.

Then there’s the humble yet endlessly entertaining Rock-a-Stack, a brightly colored tower of rings that toddlers loved stacking and unstacking. Not only was it fun, but it also sharpened motor skills and introduced the concept of colors—earning its place as a staple in early childhood playrooms.

For outdoor explorers, nothing beat the durable Tonka Trucks. These tough-as-nails toys turned backyards into bustling construction sites, with little ones hauling dirt, rocks and dreams of big machinery. Whether it was a dump truck or a mighty crane, Tonka Trucks sparked a love of adventure and hands-on play.

The simple yet revolutionary Frisbee was another hit, transforming parks and playgrounds into arenas of airborne fun. With just a flick of the wrist, the Frisbee could sail through the air, inspiring countless games and friendly competitions. It was perfect for everything from backyard BBQs to beachside afternoons and its aerodynamic charm turned playtime into art.

Of course, we can’t forget the quirky and imaginative Mr. Potato Head, who brought endless combinations of goofy faces to life. With his detachable eyes, mouth and accessories, kids could create a masterpiece of silliness again and again. Bonus points if the family dog walked off with a stray ear!

Now, if you want to shift gears (literally!), the popular cars of 1960 were a sight to behold. The sleek Chevrolet Corvair, the sophisticated Ford Thunderbird and the ever-elegant Buick Electra exuded style and class. Meanwhile, the Plymouth Fury and Pontiac Bonneville brought power and prestige to the roads. Families cruising the highways might opt for the Rambler American or the luxurious Oldsmobile 98, while those seeking true grandeur could turn to the Lincoln Continental or Chrysler Imperial—vehicles that symbolized the pinnacle of automotive design.

Whether it was tiny hands arranging Mr. Potato Head’s goofy grin or grown-ups dreaming of driving a Thunderbird, the toys and cars of 1960 were a testament to ingenuity, playfulness and timeless appeal. It was a year when imaginations soared and wheels rolled into new horizons!

The year 1960 was a playground of innovation, bringing a host of exciting new products that would shape everyday life and spark joy for generations to come. Bubble Wrap, the deceptively simple invention that quickly found its way into homes and businesses alike. Originally intended as wallpaper, Bubble Wrap soon became a packing staple—and, let’s be honest, a favorite stress-reliever. Who hasn’t enjoyed the satisfying pop-pop-pop of this timeless creation?

For kids, the debut of Chatty Cathy added a whole new level of interaction to playtime. This charming doll could actually talk, uttering phrases like “Please brush my hair!” and capturing the hearts of children everywhere. With her pull-string voice box, Cathy wasn’t just a toy—she was a friend that sparked laughter, conversations and even a few heartfelt “goodnight, Cathys” as kids tucked her in beside them. Meanwhile, the Etch A Sketch brought artistic creativity into the hands of children and adults alike. Its simple design—two knobs controlling an internal stylus to draw on a gray screen—created endless possibilities for doodles, designs and masterpieces. And when inspiration struck anew? With a quick shake, the canvas was cleared, ready for the next burst of creativity. It was a toy that proved art could be both fun and impermanent.

In the realm of health, Excedrin became a household name in 1960, offering relief for headaches and pain. Its arrival marked a pivotal moment for over-the-counter medications, as it quickly became the go-to solution for busy individuals looking to tackle their day without discomfort holding them back.
And, of course, who could forget the revolutionary six-pack beverage rings? This ingenious invention made it easier than ever to carry sodas and beers, adding convenience to picnics, parties and backyard barbecues. The rings became synonymous with casual gatherings, simplifying life while keeping everyone’s favorite beverages close at hand. Unfortunately, no one thought this invention would find it's way into oceans and became a threat to sea life, but this article is not about present day.

The year 1960 brought us an array of notable births and marked the loss of legendary figures whose legacies endure to this day. Among those born this year were individuals destined for greatness in the arts, entertainment and film industries. On February 7, James Spader, known for his uniquely captivating roles, made his debut into the world. Jennifer Grey, celebrated for her iconic performance in Dirty Dancing, followed on March 26. April saw the arrival of comedian and actor Brad Garrett (April 14) and the talented Valerie Bertinelli (April 23), who charmed audiences with her warmth and charisma.

As summer approached, July gifted us with Jane Lynch (July 14), whose wit and humor have delighted audiences for decades and John Leguizamo (July 22), a dynamic performer and storyteller. August was a star-studded month, bringing David Duchovny (August 7), the unforgettable Mulder from The X-Files; Antonio Banderas (August 10), known for his suave roles and passionate performances; and Sean Penn (August 17), whose dramatic range has captivated film fans worldwide. Damon Wayans joined the ranks on September 4, followed closely by Colin Firth, a master of British charm and drama, on September 10. November 5 welcomed the elegant and ethereal Tilda Swinton and Stanley Tucci, known for his impeccable versatility, arrived on November 11. As the year wound down, Daryl Hannah (December 3) and Kenneth Branagh (December 10) closed out the year with their destined contributions to film and theater.

Sadly, 1960 was also a year of farewells, as the world lost an array of incredible talents. On January 1, Margaret Sullavan, a beloved actress, passed away, followed shortly by philosopher and writer Albert Camus on January 4. Diana Barrymore, part of Hollywood royalty, left us on January 25 and on January 28, the world said goodbye to Zora Neale Hurston, whose groundbreaking work in literature and anthropology had a profound impact.

April saw the tragic death of Eddie Cochran (April 17), a rock 'n' roll pioneer and Hope Emerson (April 24), known for her commanding screen presence. In May, John D. Rockefeller Jr. (May 11), the philanthropist and magnate and Boris Pasternak (May 30), author of Doctor Zhivago, passed away. August brought the loss of Oscar Hammerstein II (August 23), a musical theater legend whose contributions continue to enchant audiences. Richard Cromwell, a gifted actor, left us on October 11. November was particularly bittersweet, as the world mourned the deaths of Johnny Horton (November 5), Ward Bond (November 5) and the iconic Clark Gable (November 16). Closing the year, Richard Wright (November 28), a visionary writer and thinker, passed away.

The newsstands of 1960 were brimming with stories that captured pivotal moments in entertainment, politics and culture. In July, Lucille Ball made headlines by filing for divorce from Desi Arnaz, a mere day after they filmed the final episode of The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour. Fans were left reeling as TV Guide spotlighted the iconic couple during the week of July 16-22, marking the end of an era for one of television’s most beloved partnerships.

On Broadway, Lerner and Loewe’s Camelot dazzled audiences with its grandeur and timeless romance. Time Magazine’s November 14 issue gushed about the production, calling it a place where happily-ever-afters come to life, captivating theatergoers with its charm and majestic storytelling.
In politics, history was made as John F. Kennedy defeated Richard Nixon to become the youngest man and the first Catholic elected as President of the United States. Life Magazine's November 21 issue chronicled the monumental victory, showcasing Kennedy’s charisma and youthful energy that promised to usher in a new era of leadership.

In the world of Hollywood, Marilyn Monroe and playwright Arthur Miller’s marriage came to an end, a breakup that graced the pages of Modern Screen magazine in December. Their highly publicized split highlighted the tumultuous nature of fame and relationships under the spotlight.
These stories, displayed across the newsstands of 1960, reflected the shifting dynamics of the era—captivating audiences with tales of heartbreak, triumph and cultural evolution. They painted a vivid picture of a year that blended the glamour of Hollywood, the drama of Broadway and the winds of political change.

Hopefully you are still with me because that is a whole lot to take in. We are at the end of our journey and I hope you enjoyed this dive into the year 1960. On one hand, there was charm in the simplicity of life and the explosion of creativity in culture. On the other, there were monumental struggles for equality that still echo today. It’s a potent reminder of how far we’ve come—how far we have regressed and how far we still have to go.

What’s your favorite detail or memory from this era? Let me know in the comments below—I’d love to hear your thoughts. And if you enjoy these historical deep dives or anything else I write about, any small gestures to support the blog are always appreciated. They help keep this passion project alive and growing.


Zamfir's Pan Flute Magic: A Journey Through "The World's Most Beautiful Melodies"


Hey there, fellow nostalgists! Do you remember the days when late-night TV was a treasure trove of quirky commercials? Among the gems was one that has burned itself into my memory like a high school talent show gone wrong: Zamfir Plays the World’s Most Beautiful Melodies. I mean, come on—could anything be more unintentionally hilarious?

Zamfir, with his enchanting pan flute, wasn’t just a musician. He was a cultural moment, a New Age rock star with a soft-focus aesthetic that screamed, “Put down that remote, your soul needs this!” To my younger self, his pan flute sounded like an upscale version of the recorders we tortured our parents with in elementary school.

As I had mentioned in a post last week about TV commercials featuring records you can only get on TV, my ex-boyfriend Ritchie, his sister Angie and I had a field day laughing at the commercial. In fact, we talked about doing an entire performance art stint on Pensacola’s town square with karaoke tapes and cheap recorders. Angie even wondered aloud about Zamfir’s touring schedule, whether colds could derail his career and—wait for it—the existence of Zamfir groupies. If you’re out there, pan flute fans, know this: Angie is probably still saluting you.

Let’s revisit the ads. Picture this: Zamfir, illuminated by magical soft lighting, passionately playing his pan flute amid clouds and sunsets. In the background, Ave Maria wafts through the air while an announcer earnestly pleads, “Call now! Supplies are limited!” The toll-free number and the irresistible promise of two records or cassettes for just $12.98 (or CDs for $19.98) felt like the deal of a lifetime.
You could pay by credit card to save COD charges or mail a check to Zamfir, PO Box 8449, Atlanta, GA 30306. Oh, and there was a money-back guarantee—this was serious business! I later learned that the same PO Box also handled orders for the infamous ThighMaster by Suzanne Somers. Coincidence? I think not.

Heartland Music, the company behind this collection of not so relaxing music, was based on Madison Avenue in New York. The dual addresses added a touch of intrigue—was it a marketing strategy or just the way '80s and '90s buying from commercials worked? I'm sure the PO Box was just a processing center address. What would have happened if you sent the money to the NY address I often wondered. Either way, the ad was iconic and my desire for the album was nonexistent.

The album promised “the world’s most beautiful melodies,” and boy, Zamfir delivered some real bangers—if your idea of beauty includes pan flutes recreating Disney forest vibes. Zamfir was undeniably a virtuoso, but here’s the thing: after 12 tracks, it starts to feel like you’re trapped in an elevator with a magical woodland creature.

The soothing tones of the pan flute are comforting, sure. But after a while, they’re also kind of hypnotic. Somewhere between The Blue Danube and Ave Maria, you might find yourself questioning reality. Tunes like The Rose originally by Bette Midler, Un Bel Di from the opera Madame Butterfly and a rendition of Memory from CATS, which will leave you questioning your own Memory of why you ordered this before checking to see if it was really not sold in stores. Is Zamfir serenading your soul or trying to lull you into buying a second album?

Who Was This Masterpiece For? Let’s be real.
  • Grandma: Perfect for playing in the background while she knits a scarf for you. Perhaps my mom's mom but definitely not my dad's mom. Stig's Gran had this album, I'm sure it was left in one of her trailers by a tenant that had moved out because she was not the type to buy something like this.
  • Pan Flute Enthusiasts: Yes, I am sure they exist.
  • ’80s Nostalgia Lovers: If you currently own this album, you probably also wore leg warmers unironically.
  • Anyone With a Sense of Humor: The sheer sincerity of this album makes it a comedic goldmine.
And you may be asking, have I actually listened to this album? Yes, I did listen to Stig's Gran's album along with Stig and we both had the same sort of reactions and remember, my taste in music is extremely ranges from showtunes to country to hard rock and disco. “Zamfir Plays the World’s Most Beautiful Melodies” isn’t just music—it’s a mood, a vibe, a flashback to simpler times when late-night TV told us we needed a pan flute soundtrack to feel complete in 4 to 6 weeks, when we forgot we ordered it. Whether you find yourself moved by its haunting beauty or doubled over laughing at its dramatic sincerity, one thing’s for sure: Zamfir left his mark.

So, do you still have this masterpiece gathering dust in your collection? Dig it out! It might just be the perfect background score for folding laundry or meditating on life’s big questions, like "Why did I buy this?" What are your memories of Zamfir and his magical pan flute? Did you own this album—or wish you did? Share your thoughts in the comments below! And hey, if you enjoy these nostalgic dives or just want to support this corner of the internet, your kindness is always appreciated. Whether it’s a comment, a share or a tiny gesture of goodwill, know that it means the world.
Until next time, keep the music playing and the laughter flowing.


Monday, April 14, 2025

Through the Silvery Mirror: Betty Andreasson's Haunting Encounter With Bug-Eyed Beasts


Have you ever felt the prickling sensation of being watched, even when you're alone? Or maybe you’ve experienced an unexplainable moment that leaves you questioning what’s real? Betty Andreasson’s story dives deep into those shadowy corners of the unknown. It’s the kind of tale that crawls under your skin and refuses to leave, one that makes you glance over your shoulder long after you’ve heard it.

For Betty, January 25, 1967, was the night she came face-to-face with something that would forever change her life. Living in South Ashburnham, Massachusetts, with her parents and seven children, she was already under stress—her husband was in the hospital recovering from a car accident. But what began as an ordinary evening quickly unraveled into a sequence of events so eerie, so unearthly, that it defies comprehension. Buckle up, because this account isn’t for the faint-hearted.

It started innocently enough—the lights flickered. Then they went out, plunging the house into silence. As Betty would later recall through hypnosis, her family seemed to slip into a trance-like state, their movements slowing until they became eerily still. She alone remained fully aware, watching in disbelief as five otherworldly beings glided into her home—not through the door, but through it. Yes, they phased right through the solid wood as though it weren’t there.

The beings were small, otherworldly, their presence almost indescribable. They didn’t speak as humans do, but somehow they persuaded Betty to follow them. Leaving her family frozen in their surreal state, she stepped into their strange metallic vessel. What followed defies all logic and rationality.

Inside, Betty endured a bizarre examination before being enclosed in a transparent canopy. As if floating on an unseen current, she was flown away to a world unlike anything you or I could imagine. Upon arrival, she found herself in a dim stone tunnel, moving along a track with her two alien companions, whose faces were hidden beneath black hoods. The tunnel seemed endless, its oppressive walls heavy with silence. At its end, a silvery mirror shimmered ominously.

When they passed through, the world she entered was nothing short of a waking nightmare. A red-tinged atmosphere engulfed her, distorting her sense of reality. On either side of the track were tall, square buildings, their surfaces crawling with grotesque lemur-like creatures. These beasts had no heads—just necks that supported stalk-like eyes, which jutted out and followed her every move. Their gaze wasn’t just terrifying; it was penetrating, as if they could see straight into her soul. Yet, as horrifying as they were, they let her pass unscathed.

The journey continued into an underground realm illuminated by an otherworldly green light. Misty seas stretched out around her, dotted with lush vegetation that seemed alive in its own eerie way. In the distance, a city shimmered faintly, its details just out of reach. The air hummed with a strange energy that Betty couldn’t place—was it fear? Awe? Or something even deeper?

Then, just as abruptly as it all began, the experience ended. Four hours after leaving her home, Betty awoke back in her house. Her family remained dazed, as if waking from a deep sleep, with no memory of the events that had just transpired. For Betty, the memory lingered only as a foggy impression, slipping further from her grasp with each passing day. It wasn’t until ten years later, under hypnosis, that the details of that harrowing night came rushing back.

There’s something bone-chilling about Betty’s account. Maybe it’s the thought of being singled out by something so entirely beyond human comprehension, or perhaps it’s the unsettling imagery of bug-eyed beasts in a crimson-tinged world. Whatever it is, her story sends a shiver down your spine and leaves you questioning what might be lurking just beyond the veil of our reality.

While some might dismiss her tale as mere imagination or dreamlike hysteria, others—myself included—find the details too specific, too visceral to ignore. And the fact that this entire experience came flooding back to her years later under hypnosis only adds an extra layer of intrigue to an already compelling narrative.

So, what do you think of Betty Andreasson’s chilling encounter? Do you believe her story, or does it make you question where the line between memory and imagination lies? Let’s discuss in the comments—I’d love to hear your thoughts, theories, or even your own strange experiences. And if you enjoyed this spine-tingling account, consider showing your support for more stories like this. Your generosity helps keep the eerie tales coming. 😉

Here’s to exploring the unknown, one story at a time. Stay curious, stay brave—and maybe double-check that all your doors are locked tonight. You never know what might slip through. 👽


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

I'd love to hear your thoughts on Andre's story and your own GLOW experiences. Please leave your comments below!If you enjoyed this article and would like to support future content, your contributions are greatly appreciated. Thank you!



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.

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