For my money, Olivia Newton-John (PEOPLE, Feb. 24) is the best thing to hit the music world since the guitar. As for ACE (Association of Country Entertainers, formed to preserve country music’s separateness and freedom from all outside influences), why can’t those people accept the fact that country and western fans along with everyone else love Olivia.
An examination of the background of country and western music reveals that it evolved from “Olde English” tunes, so one may argue that Olivia is just getting back to the grass roots of country music.
Kirk C. Johnson
Wise up all of you so-called “country stars.” What kind of place would the United States be if everyone thought that newcomers should stay in their own country or their own field? The United States of America—land of opportunity, remember?
I was really shocked to see that so-called singer Olivia Newton-John in your magazine. Whatever possessed you to write about a talentless yodeler like her? You are missing so many really talented ladies with voices.
Take, for example, Linda Ronstadt and Joni Mitchell, and Joni Mitchell actually writes her own songs.
Robert Windeler’s profile on Olivia Newton-John is a beautifully written article about a darling and marvelously talented girl.
He did make one mistake, however. She was nominated for four (not three) American Music Awards, and damned if she didn’t win them all.
James E. Bass
She also picked up two Grammys a few days later.—ED.
I have been a follower of the Milwaukee Symphony since its early days under Harry John Brown and can say with no hesitation whatever that Milwaukee has never had it better! I am continually amazed at the progress that it has made under Kenneth Schermerhorn since those early efforts in the 1960s.
He lends his performances a flair and grace which make each concert a real experience, and his courtship and eventual marriage to Carol Neblett in 1973 was romantic enough to have inspired a best-seller.
After I saw those hockey players standing around in their long Johns, on page 64, I came to the conclusion that the main difference between the players and Carol Neblett in the opera Thaïs is that Carol’s tights fit better and look far more becoming. Am I right about the tights?
St. Paul Park, Minn.
No. Neblett performed totally nude.—ED.
Janet Flanner and Papa Hemingway weren’t “planning their first broadcast to America,” as you captioned that 1944 picture. It was taken at Les Deux Magots in Paris, and Papa was reading Genêt a love poem he had just written to his new girl, Mary Welch, a TIME war correspondent (later his wife, now his widow, “Miss Mary”). It was a pretty soppy poem, but he had a captive audience in Flanner and (note the third brandy pony on the table) me.
David E. Scherman
It was quite unfair to slant the facts so flagrantly that Alexis Pederson came out resembling a heroine and those connected with Goodbye, Norma Jean a bunch of second-rate quasi pornographers. The facts are that Larry Buchanan held the Marilyn Monroe look-alike contest purely for publicity, with the starring role to be awarded only to an actress capable of filling it, whether or not she happened to be the winner. The winner had the option of auditioning for the role; Mr. Buchanan made this clear from the outset. Misty Rowe was not a “last minute replacement.” She is, rather, a professional actress who knows and thoroughly dedicates herself to her craft. This all happens to be first-hand information—Ms. Rowe and I have the same film agent, study in the same professional actors’ workshop, and both appear in Norma Jean. (I play Margaret, her groomer.)
Backgammon’s Tim Holland
You say that “Scrabble is out…and the flip side of checkers [backgammon] is in.” Then in the same issue you show Lady Antonia and others playing, yes…Scrabble.
There’ll always be an England.—ED.
Will the Phantom Sexist of PEOPLE Weekly please stand up and drop dead! Anyone who can write (or print): “Busty Adrienne Barbeau, who plays the sleep-around daughter on CBS’s Maude,” deserves to be bound and gagged with a used pair of bobby sox, and then hanged by his ducktail from the nearest double standard! “Sleep-around”—we left that behind us in junior high.