Well, dear readers, it was like old times around these parts yesterday which, by the way, was Thursday. Yes, Virginia, it was like old times around these parts because there were posts, posts, posts (that is three posts), and they were all lovely posts, perhaps the loveliest on all the Internet. Today is Friday, by the way (BTW, in Internet lingo) – I know that for a fact because yesterday was Thursday and I now have my days straight as an arrow. I am going to try my darndest to answer your excellent questions tomorrow night for posting on Saturday. However, because I have to go to an event first, and because I am working on Saturday, heaven knows where, if time becomes a problem then the answers will go up Sunday. I apologize for this sort of thing, but these days are endlessly long and difficult and I’m so zoned when I get home, that it’s not always easy for me to remain charming and pithy and pretty and witty and gay – oh, a Stephen Sondheim/Leonard Bernstein reference. I shall do my best which is all any of us can do.
Last night I watched no DVD because I wrote instead. I finished the new song I’d been working on for the end of the first Harry and John scene in Nudie Musical. I really like it – it’s quite perky. I’m now more than half-way through the first act, and proceeding steadily forward. No new songs now for awhile, either, so that makes things easier. I will be meeting with five potential directors when I’m in New York – a couple of who are really intriguing to me. They’ve all watched the film recently, and I’ll be very interested to hear their ideas.
I’ve been doing quite a few radio interviews for Benjamin Kritzer, which have been lots of fun. I’m doing another tomorrow, something that gets syndicated to quite a few places, so that’s nice.
Well, I feel it’s that time again, that wonderful time when we all get to click on the Unseemly Button below, so that we may go where no man has ever gone before. Beam us up, Scottie.
There, we have been beamed and beamed well. Raise high the roof beam carpenters, that’s what I say. What am I, J.D. Salinger all of a sudden? “Raise High the Roof Beam Carpenters”. What kind of a title is that? That is a silly title. Why, that title may as well have been written by people with names like Franny and Zooey, that’s how silly that title is. Oh, well, perhaps we should all go play a spot of baseball in the rye. But we will need a catcher. My goodness, these here notes have suddenly gotten quite literary and pretentious, have they not? Shall we just say a farewell to arms? Shall we just say a farewell to legs? Shall we just say farewell to this fershluganah paragraph? Yes, so long, farewell – oh, a Rodgers and Hammerstein reference.
Oh, I forgot to mention that yesterday we had a meet and greet pizza party at work, courtesy of our very nice producer. We all met and et – everyone raved about the pizza, but I thought it quite bad. Not enough cheese, not enough tomato sauce. And yet, on they raved like the beat, beat, beat of the tomtom – oh, a Cole Porter reference. Have you ever played the tomtom? I once played the billbill, but never the tomtom. What the hell am I talking about?
I feel the notes have been very wacky this week. This has been a week of wacky notes and I hope no one has minded such a week of wacky notes. I feel that every now and then it is good to let our hair down and raise high the roof beam carpenters, don’t you, dear readers? I feel we never raise high the roof beam carpenters enough. Raise those roof beam carpenters is what I say. And raise them high. But once they have been raised, it’s never enough. Then those high roof beam carpenters start to sing, We’ve Only Just Begun, and they want to be raised higher. Those damn roof beam carpenters are never satisfied. Damn them, damn them all to hell. Let us bitch-slap those roof beam carpenters from here to eternity – damn these infernal literary references.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must drive on the Ventura Freeway going west, I must work all the live-long day, then go to a party at our very own Vinnie’s house, and then come home, hopefully answer your excellent questions, get my beauty rest, then go off first thing the next morning to shoot for twelve hours. I tell you, if they asked me I could write a book – oh, a Rodgers and Hart reference. Today’s topic of discussion: If you could have anything you wanted, anything in the whole wide world, right this very minute, what would it be? Post away, my pretties and I shall be back to read everything a bit later. Let’s have lots and lots of posts because if we don’t I shall have to raise high the roof beam carpenters once again and I’d rather not as these roof beam carpenters are not light and I shall get a hernia.