Well, dear readers, what a fun day I had yesterday. As those who read yesterday’s posts know, my lovely original cover painting for Astrud Gilberto’s Windy album arrived safe and sound, and I am totally in love with it. I still haven’t figured out which spot it will hang from, but I shall in the next day or so. I also got quite a bit of writing done, and I also did quite a few errands. Whilst out doing one particular errand I saw someone who was part of one of the producing teams that ended up flaking on stage version of The First Nudie Musical. He was sitting in an outdoor café in the Oaks of Sherman looking his usually cocky self. He didn’t see me and I didn’t feel like saying hello. When I came out of the store, he was getting a parking ticket. I laughed and laughed and then, when I thought I could laugh no more, I laughed again. Fool around with me, sister, and you get a parking ticket. That showed him, the pompous bassoon. The Pompous Bassoon. Perhaps that will be the title of my next novel. I was quite hungry by three in the afternoon, so I rustled up some Wacky Noodles, and they were quite wonderful. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?
Last night I watched a few more episodes of Have Gun, Will Travel, which I’m really enjoying. Richard Boone was such a fine actor, the scripts are decent, the direction is very good (so far every episode has been directed by Andrew McLaglan. The music is by Mr. Bernard Herrmann, and the whole show just has a unique flavor to it (raspberry, with a hint of lime). I also watched a little of the 1974 film, Godzilla vs. MechaGodzilla, one of several seventies Godzilla films just released by Columbia. These are actually historic releases, as it’s the first time Toho has allowed an American company to include the original Japanese tracks in addition to the kitschy American dubs we all love to hate. These seventies films have always seemed very silly (and they are), but seeing them in their original language (with good subtitles) makes quite a bit of difference. The transfer is lovely, too.
I must start work on my new novel, The Pompous Bassoon, very soon, perhaps at noon.
That was a very brisk paragraph, wasn’t it? Just look at the brevity of it. Brevity, in case you didn’t know, is the soul of wit. Or is it, wit is the soul of brevity? Or perhaps it’s soul is the brevity of wit. Well, brevity is something or other. Speaking of brevity, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below so we can see if there’s any brevity, soul or wit, or perhaps even a pompous bassoon in the next section.
You know, I don’t see a speck of brevity, soul, or wit, nor do I see a pompous bassoon anywhere in sight. Today I may buy a lamp. Now, that is a sentence. “Today I may buy a lamp.” That has such brevity, soul, and wit, don’t you think?
Here is a story: As some of you may remember, I commented on the fact that one Martin Charnin announced to the world that he was single-handedly bringing back the “old-fashioned” revue to Sam’s in New York. This announcement, of course, came about four weeks into the run of What If, which was, of course, an old-fashioned revue. I do not believe there are coincidences and apparently I have been proven right – because somewhere in Mr. Martin Charnin’s old-fashioned revue they happened to do – wait for it – a What If parody. Frankly, and even stevely, I find that rather nauseating. It’s not like people didn’t know we were doing this old-fashioned revue or even what the conceit of it was, and it’s not like people didn’t read our wonderful reviews. It’s not exactly a secret that my What Ifs have been around since late 1996. In any case, Mr. Charnin’s old-fashioned revue closed after three weeks. The whole thing smelled to high-heaven and people were sort of urging me to have a letter written to Mr. Charnin – but now I don’t have to. Wasn’t that a lovely story? Not as good as The Pompous Bassoon, but then what is?
Now wait just a darned minute – I do believe we’d better put on our pointy party hats and our colored tights and pantaloons, we’d better break out the cheese slices and the ham chunks, we’d better dance the Hora or the Mashed Potato, because today is former dear reader Jed’s birthday. Normally, I don’t do birthday wishes in the notes for former hainsies/kimlets, but dear reader Jed was with us for quite some time and who knows, he may come back some fine day. In any case, let’s give a big haineshisway.com birthday cheer to dear reader Jed. On the count of three – one, two three: HAPPY BIRTHDAY FORMER DEAR READER JED WHO MAY COME BACK SOME FINE DAY!
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must write, I must look at and perhaps buy a lamp, I must have luncheon and dinnereon, and I must do a handful of errands. Today’s topic of discussion: Yesterday we discussed your selection of five favorite obscure films you’d recommend, so today let’s do five obscure plays you’d recommend and the reasons you’d recommend them. Also, five obscure musicals you’d recommend listening to and the reasons you think they’re worth spending time with. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we? And remember, brevity has got soul and wit has got brevity and the whole thing is a delightful ménage-a-trois.