Well, dear readers, we had another splendidly splendid Unseemly Live Chat last night. It was wild and wooly and also wooly and wild, let me tell you that. For example, everyone said what kind of knickers they were wearing. Now, how many sites have information like that? Our very own Leslie Kritzer stopped by again and told us she’d begun rehearsing for Tell Me On a Sunday (she’s standing by for our very own Alice Ripley). Dirt was dished and dished was dirt. I had to leave after twenty minutes, to attend a dinner party, but the chat was still going on two-and-a-half hours later when I returned.
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, it’s back to work I go. They have informed me that I will either finish up on Friday or one week from Friday (I tend to think it will be the latter, but who knows). In any case, then I can get back to writing full time, which I’m looking forward to. I shall wrap up all my various and sundried projects within a few short weeks. Over the last couple of weeks I completed another thirty count them thirty pages of the Benjamin Kritzer sequel and I’ve given them to my pal Margaret to get her seal of approval, or at the very least her dolphin of approval. I must say, the chapters are longer in this book. I’m really only about eighty pages away from finishing, at least that’s how it appears, although you never really know until you write the last sentence. It’s definitely longer than the last book, probably by fifty or sixty pages. I’m quite nervous to go back and read this from the beginning, although as I’ve gone along and gone back and reread and revised things it seems okay to me so far.
Luckie is back at her other home. I had her from last Tuesday until tonight. She was just fine and dandy until today, when she went into one of her “nervous” modes and peed whenever I opened my mouth, even though I was being gentle and kind. However, when the fellow came to get her, she really didn’t seem to want to leave, a first for her.
Well, I have an idea. What do you all think of this: Let’s all click on the Unseemly Button below because honestly we haven’t done that since yesterday and I know we are all chomping at the bit, oh, yes, we are chomping at the bit to do so.
If all goes as planned, we should have Show Music’s very own Max Preeo’s Unseemly Interview up by Friday. If not, the following Friday for sure. It’s going to be a really great interview with lots of revealing factoids and the real skinny about what happened. Not the real fat, mind you, but the real skinny and I know we are all chomping at the bit to read it.
Also, give a listen to Donald’s brand spanking new radio show with special guest Jana Robbins, currently on tour with Tale of the Allergist’s Wife.
If you missed any of this weekend’s revealing notes, be sure to peruse them for many interesting and never-before-written factoids. Also, many fine posts this weekend so catch up on those, too.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must begin my last week or two of work and I must chomp at the bit because those who do not chomp at the bit are simply not with it, not happening, not in with the in crowd, not ginchy, not cool, man, cool. Today’s topic of discussion: Burke and Van Heusen were a wonderful songwriting team, and they both wrote excellent songs with others, too – what are your favorite Burke and Van Heusen songs (and throw in a few written with their other collaborators or alone). I’ll start: No contest – Here’s That Rainy Day. The rest I leave to you, so post away and post often and I shall return with pithy musings in a while.