Well, dear readers, you won’t believe it. I didn’t believe it until Mr. Craig Brockman told me and even when he told me I didn’t believe it because it seemed so unbelievable. Then I looked at the Unseemly Archive and then I believed it. Today’s notes are the 300th BK’s Notes. If that’s not cause for celebration I don’t know what is. I can’t remember right now but the only missed days were, I think, the very first weekend, and maybe the second. But after that it’s been every single day. Is “every single day” for single people only? Do married people have to say “every married day”? Anyway, today is a day for a band to play, today is a day to sing happy, to celebrate, celebrate. Yes, tune the grand up because it’s today. We must all get out our pointy party hats and put them on our pointy party heads. We must all put on our colored tights and pantaloons and we must dance the Hora, and also the Monkey. We must say pithy things to one and all and also all and one. We must shout it to the highest hill that we, Hainsies/Kimlets, we are family and no one can stop us now because we are rising, growing like a fungus, we are happening, man, we are now, we are today, we are the ginchiest. We shall have cheese slices and ham chunks and various and sundried cakes and sweets. We shall glitter and be gay and be giddy and silly and fancy free. And the band played on. And on and on and on.
I’m already exhausted and the party hasn’t even started. And isn’t it just too too that our big celebration falls on Labor Day weekend? Yes, Virginia, this is Labor Day weekend, a weekend in which we shall do no labor whatsoever. We shall be lazy loafers or, at the very least, lazy saddle shoes.
Last night I attended an event honoring this year’s Emmy nominees for television music, at the Academy of Television. I was taken there by our very own Adryan Russ. I don’t care much for such events but I shmoozed and said hello to some people and had a Diet Coke. I did run into two old pals of mine, though, and that was fun. First, I ran into Valeri Landesburg, an actress and director I’ve known for many years. She was actually our production mascot on my musical Stages, when she was eighteen. She just showed up at the Matrix Theater one day and attached herself to us. She was great, was at the show every night and was very helpful. She still remembers every song in the show and proved it to me by singing two of them in their entirety. Then I ran into my old pal, Geoff Levin, a very talented guitarist and composer, who used to also be married to Miss Diana Canova. He’s a very nice guy and it was fun to see him. He told me he’d once given our very own Grant Geissman guitar lessons. I had no idea. I also met the music editor of the upcoming TV version of The Music Man with Matthew Broderick. Unfortunately, she’s just starting on it and I could get no good dirt from her. I then met that lady’s talented husband, composer Mark Adler, who wrote a nice score for the movie Focus. I was also cornered for quite some time by Mr. Ford A. Thaxton, a soundtrack producer who knows me from Varese Sarabande and Bay Cities days. I will only say that he introduced himself to Adryan Russ as the most reviled man on all the Internet.
Well, these are supposed to be short notes today, so why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below and whilst doing so let us throw some confetti into the sky above us. And the band played on.
Are we kicking our heels up? Are we shakin’ the blues away? Are we shakin’ the reds away? Are we doing the hokey-pokey? Are we shaking our booty? And the band played on, dear readers, because we are celebrating and if anyone tries to stop us we shall all say, “Damn them, damn them all to hell.” We will bitch-slap any naysayer from here to eternity.
Don’t forget that tomorrow we will have a brand spanking new Unseemly Trivia Contest, and Sunday Donald will have a brand spanking new The Broadway Radio Show up and running. So, tell you friends, tell your neighbors – there’s a party going on all weekend here at haineshisway.com and they simply are not happening if they don’t join in.
And the band played on. Isn’t the band lucky that it knows “on”? If the band didn’t know “on” they couldn’t play “on” and then the band would have to play something else and that would be heinous (heinous, do you hear me?).
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must attend to matters, I must matter to attends, I must go hither and thither and hence and whence. So, you must all do your parts and post until the cows come home for our big end-of-month push. Don’t you be strangers over the weekend. Don’t you be strangers on a train. Do your bit, do your part and soon we will be the most popular site on all the Internet. Today’s topic of discussion: Since we’re celebrating our 300th count them 300th notes and since the band is playing on, what are your favorite Broadway songs of celebration. Your favorite Broadway party songs? I’ll start – It’s Today, Today Is a Day For a Band to Play, Consider Yourself, I’m a Brass Band, Come Follow the Band. Your turn.