In the summer of 1972, I played piano for a musical revue in the Golden Palace at Cedar Point (just down the road). Upon discovering the Palace Lorain still had it’s original WurliTzer, I got permission from the theatre manager to play it. She was delighted and invited our little cast of 6 singers and dancers for a tour. It wasn’t long before we made the short trek and the then tired and dirty Palace Theatre cast it’s spell by inspiring an impromptu performance of “Once Upon A Time They Called It Broadway” on that enormous stage, accompanied by the organ, to that acre of empty seats. The standing ovation of one, lone theatre manager was gratefully appreciated.
In the summer of 1972, I played piano for a musical revue in the Golden Palace at Cedar Point (just down the road). Upon discovering the Palace Lorain still had it’s original WurliTzer, I got permission from the theatre manager to play it. She was delighted and invited our little cast of 6 singers and dancers for a tour. It wasn’t long before we made the short trek and the then tired and dirty Palace Theatre cast it’s spell by inspiring an impromptu performance of “Once Upon A Time They Called It Broadway” on that enormous stage, accompanied by the organ, to that acre of empty seats. The standing ovation of one, lone theatre manager was gratefully appreciated.
And it was magic!