Well, dear readers, here we have The Late, Late Notes. That is because I was in the editing room until 1:45 last night, but we finished our work and it came out very well, I think. Therefore, I must speed through these Late, Late Notes because I must try to get some beauty rest before my eleven o’clock rehearsal. What a long, but pleasantly pleasant day yesterday was. I had a very constructive meeting with Miss Linda Purl, I had a very constructive meeting with my lighting designer, and I had a very constructive luncheon at Art’s Deli. I got on the 405 freeway at Sepulveda and Ventura at exactly four-twenty. Our session was scheduled to begin at seven, but I wanted to view the tape to make notes before we started. I figured I’d get there by five-fifteen, depending on how bad traffic was. Well, here is what I learned: Los Angeles is a city out-of-control, freeway-wise. It took me a solid two hours to drive to the place where we were editing (near the airport). Two hours. To put this in perspective and context for you, I left the editing place at 1:55 in the morning and arrived at Ventura and Sepulveda eleven minutes later. Eleven minutes versus two hours. Yes, I’d say the freeway system in Los Angeles is clearly out-of-control. The editing took a while because we had to experiment with the number of clips, the length of the clips, what was going to go where. After about three hours, and endlessly cutting it down trying to get it to a reasonable length, we finally figured out what it had to be – we cut more, and ended up with a final running time of 6:43, which felt right when we viewed it. The pace seems good, it looks good, and you get the point of it – and we cover twenty-three alumni.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button because I must get my beauty rest so that I can get through another very long day tomorrow.
Eleven minutes versus two hours. What is wrong with this picture?
Today, I have a rehearsal at eleven, a production meeting at two, and then rehearsal with the faculty members at four, and then the group rehearsal at six. I’ll probably try to get everyone out of there by nine. And then, it will be the blessed four-day weekend and I shall sleep as late as I feel like, and I shall lounge around the home environment in my smoking jacket and pyjamas and my leopard dickie. It will be heavenly.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, wrap up these here Late, Late Notes so that I can get my beauty rest, which I so desperately need. Today’s topic of discussion: I have always been obsessed with record labels. Growing up, I loved everything on Columbia, because I liked the way their albums looked and sounded. Same with Verve Records. So, what were your favorite labels when you were growing up – you know, the ones that you seemed to have more of than any others, the ones that had the artists you liked, and the ones you trusted. What label names did you love, what label logos (and stereophonic logos) did you love, and what label had your favorite sound? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I post these Late, Late Notes.