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Date and Issue: Issue Nº 2 / June 1978.
Lynda Carter, her of size 38 golden breastplate and TV fame as Wonder Woman, may have met her match. On TV the star spangled lass tosses men and beast around like so much soiled laundry. In real life, she's hoping to carve out a crossover country career as did her close friend Kenny Rogers. Only it should be a lot tougher than decking those patsy villains on Friday night's prime time. Lynda will need all the wonderful assets she can muster.
Music came before acting for the 25-year-old former Miss America (1973). Born in Arizona like another crossover queen, Linda Ronstadt, Lynda warbled with several Phoenix groups before hitting the club circuit in Las Vegas and Lake Tahoe.
The six-foot singer, who says Lena Horne and Melissa Manchester are idols, describes her May release as "contemporary country, crossover country." She adds, "It won't be middle of the road," such as the ear pablum of Olivia Newton-John.
Husband Ron Samuels, who manages Lynda as well as Lindsay Wagner, describes the album as a cross between "Linda Ronstadt and Rita Coolidge." Lynda even wrote some of the songs. Vini Poncia, a noted Los Angeles producer, may just make a difference for her. (Melissa Manchester moved from New York to L.A. just to have Poncia work his magic on her albums.) Samuels adds that his wife won't be singing anything over a whining pedal steel. "She doesn't relate to country singers," he says. "She does like Dolly Parton."
Lynda Carter can leap tall buildings with a single televised bound, and can reportedly range four and a half octave with her voice.
She's kept her 38-24-36 figure in shape by swimming 60 laps a day and working out on a trampoline. She has kept her lungs in shape by singing on demonstra tion albums by friends.
"I've been working on music too long and writing for too long to give it up," she informs. "I'm going to do what I want."
Well, of course she gets her way on the tube, outwitting those nasty Nazis. Will she get her way in the byzantium world of pop and country music where a Bam! Zap! Pow! does not always open the doc to record sales? Stay tuned.
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