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Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Surflight Theatre Re-visits Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber

"All I Ask of You," a tribute to famed composer Andrew Lloyd Webber is performed as a musical review at the "Broadway at the Beach" theatre in Beach Haven.

"I cannot wait for the day when someone asks me, 'Are you Haley Swindal's Grandfather?'" the late George Steinbrenner had said to his granddaughter.  Today, Haley Swindal is garnering the recognition her grandfather told her she deserved. The self-proclaimed 'brassy belter', takes on a concert revue at Surflight Theatre in Beach Haven, in "All I Ask of You,",a tribute to famous composer Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber, before taking on Broadway head-on in Jekyll & Hyde this summer. Accompanied by Grace Field, Matthew Myers and Michael Padgett, the quartet tackle some of Broadway's biggest hits from the likes of Phantom of the Opera, Evita and Cats.   "I think all four of us have different things that we bring," said Field. "For me personally, I'm …

Boris from Barnegat

9:36 am on Thursday, June 14, 2012

My leader (wife) and I saw the show last week. What a treat. It was, I believe, the best show we ever saw at Surflight. These guys and gals have voices extraordinaire. And who does not like Weber's music! The seven piece, on stage orchestra was super. The piano player played with so much enthusiasm, I watched him as much as the singers. Excellent event.   more ›

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Shoreview

Coming Back To Manahawkin

Patch is coming, today, to the place where President Nixon dined at Burger King; where the sand is soft and the seas are serene; and where my wife and I floated around in a boat

The lagoons that ran between the Manahawkin bungalows, each showing a metallic shade of grayish brown, were waist-deep in muck. The water had no waves, no wake. Not even a ripple. Come winter, the lagoon water was so solid, so still, it froze like a quarter-mile-long ice cube. In boredom, I threw pennies from my second-story apartment and watched them bounce like balls on the rock-hard surface. Those coins would rap against that ice so hard, they'd clang like tiny bells. All the while, and despite the noise, not a single light would pop on. Not even a T.V. I was in my mid-to-late 20s, and I was alone, in Manahawkin, N.J., living the southern Ocean County life. Life rarely strayed beyond the skinny, wood-panel walls of my apartment. In the …

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Don boone

12:03 pm on Friday, June 1, 2012

Trish, You forgot a very important place on route 72 -- the drive in theater.   more ›

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