Well, dear readers, I do believe allergy season is upon us, and I, for one, am already having awful allergy problems. Other than that, I am fine and fancy free, not necessarily in that order. I had a perfectly perfect day yesterday, relaxing, entering book corrections, eating chicken soup with matzo balls, and then doing our very own The Broadway Radio Show with our very own Mr. Donald Feltham. That episode airs starting on Sunday. We talked of many things, and you won’t want to miss it. And if you’re not a regular listener, you owe it to yourself to check out Donald’s show. There really is no other like it on all the Internet, and I do believe it’s also the longest-running hosted Broadway Internet radio show, which is quite an honor for Mr. Feltham. I can tell you, that we’ve got some great stuff planned for the radio show in upcoming weeks. So, stay tuned.
I spoke to Mr. Kevin Spirtas yesterday, and we will start working on his show next week. We’re both very excited about it.
Now, wait just a darned minute. We interrupt these here notes for an announcement of great importance: It’s Spring. Can you believe it? Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, spring is here. I feel quite springy already, don’t you? I feel like a gazelle wearing chiffon, don’t you? I feel like twittering about, because, after all, spring is here. I shall walk with a spring in my step in honor of spring. I shall spring for a special dinner in honor of spring. Yes, Virginia, spring has sprung and we’re here to tell the tale, which is The Randy Vicar and the Lime Rickey.
I’m still trying to catch up on sleep, but up is a slippery character and up simply isn’t on sleep when I’m around. I hate that.
Aren’t these lovely short paragraphs? I do strive to please and I also please to strive.
I do hope that some of our guests are enjoying these short paragraphs, for a few of them just don’t seem to have a very long attention span.
Well, you know what? I like long paragraphs and I’m goin’ back, just like Ella Peterson. Damn them, damn them all to hell.
I feel today’s notes have a hallucinatory feeling to them. Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below so I can write one long paragraph, just to live up to my irksome reputation.
I got some lovely packages yesterday, and I do hope there are more today. Have I mentioned that Spring has Sprung? Have I mentioned that I’m already bored of short paragraphs? Have I mentioned that today I shall be going to the home environment of Mr. Grant Geissman to hear some more tracks for the Guy Haines album? Oh, and if anyone has a Gene McDaniels CD, I need the song Point of No Return sent to me as an MP3. Sooner is better. Well, I guess we all know one of the songs we’re doing. Today I shall also be entering more book corrections, and I shall be going back to my strict dietary ways so that I can be svelte and lithe, like a gazelle in chiffon. I hear tell that the marvy Dame Edna did Losing My Mind at the big Sondheim benefit last night. It apparently brought down the house. I’m glad to hear it, since it was my idea and since we were so reviled by some Sondheads for doing it. I knew it was a great idea when I had it, and that track is one of my favorite things I’ve ever recorded. Brava to Dame Edna, and I do hope that my close personal friend, Mr. Stephen Sondheim, enjoyed his birthday.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must do book work, I must hear tracks, I must flit about fleetly and I must also fleet about flitly. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite drinks? I’d like to hear about your favorite wines, your favorite liqueurs, and your favorite wildly exotic concoctions. Spare no details, you dear, dear people out there in the dark. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, as we settle into a marvelously marvelous Spring.