Well, dear readers, in one week’s time I shall be in the city that never sleeps, New York, New York, for a whirlwind visit. Our very own Susan Gordon will make the arrangements for our Hainsies/Kimlets get-together, so stay tuned for more details.
As I mentioned in a later post yesterday, I received Mr. Harvey Schmidt’s brand spanking new cover art for Kritzerland and it’s pretty incredible. You, dear readers, will, of course, be the first people anywhere to see it. Mr. Mark Bakalor will put up a preview page sometime in the next couple of weeks.
This weekend I’ll be doing yet more corrections on the book, which I hope to complete in the next week or so, so I can send it off to the publisher. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?
Last night I watched the rest of Hello, Dolly! I must say it deteriorates in its last hour and just becomes relentless and frenetic and almost totally unfunny (except for the curmudgeonly Mr. Matthau, who makes the film) – Mr. Michael Kidd occasionally throws in a nod to Mr. Gower Champion (more than a nod was needed) but his Waiter’s Galop is hopelessly bad – he doesn’t seem to understand what made Mr. Champion’s staging of it work. And the title song is so overblown and Miss Barbra Streisand so at her worst, that it becomes unwatchably watchable in a train wreck sort of way. What would be truly interesting is to see Miss Barbra Streisand do Dolly now – I’ll bet she’d be much better and maybe even great if she were to do it at her present age.
What am I, Ebert and Roeper all of a sudden? Oh, don’t forget, tomorrow night is our Unseemly Live Chat – it should be at six o’clock Pacific Mean Time, but depending on a call I’m waiting for, we may have to make it just a bit earlier. Please watch tomorrow’s notes for precise details. I will be interested to see if the unknown person who was there last week shows up again – they professed privately to a dear reader that they thought it was tremendously boring here and that they wouldn’t be back, all the while talking about another Live Chat room elsewhere (and they wonder why we’re paranoid). We shall see what we shall see.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because frankly or even maxly, I feel that I have not quite found the style of today’s notes and I feel that said style might just be waiting around the corner, like prosperity.
Mr. Mark Bakalor has asked that anyone who hasn’t gotten him photos please do so by the end of Sunday – if not, he’s going with what he has and the devil take the hindmost.
If you haven’t checked out the Unseemly Interview with Melissa Errico, what are you waiting for? You will be as taken as I was with it and it will delight you and give you merriment and mirth and laughter and legs. Also, Donald will have a brand spanking new radio show up on Sunday, so check it out, too.
I don’t believe I have found the style of today’s notes. So far, they have no style whatsoever, they are just words, words, and more words, all strung together in a happenstance fashion (bell bottoms with tie-dyed top). Well, the hell with style, that’s what I say. I’m tired of style and today’s notes will have none of it – damn them, damn them all to hell.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must get in my automobile and travel the streets of my fair city in search of all that heaven allows. Speaking of heaven – our very own Tammy Minoff came over last night because she has an audition today for a new musical and wanted to figure out what she should sing. We went through her music and decided on a ballad and an up and hopefully she will wow them. Has anyone noticed that these notes have no style? Oh, well, style tomorrow, comedy tonight – oh, a Stephen Sondheim reference. Do you feel that during matinees of Forum they should sing Comedy Today? Just asking. Today’s topic of discussion: If you were to compile a CD with ten tracks that you could send me which would be representative of what you love in music, what would those ten tracks be? Post away, my pretties.