Well, dear readers, what a difference a day makes, twenty-four little hours. For example, yesterday it was October, and today it is November. That’s what a difference a day makes, twenty-four little hours – we’re in a brand-spanking new month, and I, for one, am looking forward to the month of November, even though it will be a very busy month for the likes of me. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, November will be a very busy month for the likes of me. We had a wonderful Halloween do right here at haineshisway.com, so if you missed any of the merriment and mirth and laughter and legs, check out yesterday’s postings and photographs. I personally had over 100 kiddies ring ye olde doorbell, and I gave away ten bags-worth of candy. Prior to that, the Cable Man from Adelphia came and gave me a brand spanking new modem, and I must say that since getting it everything has been working much more smoothly. Yes, Virginia, what a difference a modem makes. I also managed to write several pages for the short story I’ve been working on, and I’m now officially in the home stretch of the story – another ten pages or so will do it. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?
Last night I watched a motion picture entitled Samurai Rebellion. I’d never seen it before, but I’ll be watching it again very soon. In other words, it’s a great film, with beautiful austere direction and photography, a terrific script, and wonderful performances by the entire cast, which includes Toshiro Mifune and Tatuya Nakadai. The film is very slow-paced and takes its time, but the images are gorgeous and the drama is truly dramatic. The source material is not in as good a shape as Sword of the Beast, which I reported on last week – but it’s fine for the most part, and very sharp with good contrast. I’ve now ordered another Samurai film, Harakiri, from the director of Samurai Rebellion. Harakiri is generally thought of as his masterpiece, so I’m really looking forward to it.
What am I, Ebert and Roeper all of a sudden? Why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I have places to go, people to see, and a CD to mix.
Have I mentioned what a difference a day makes, twenty-four little hours? Today, for example, I shall be going to Vinnie’s to mix the Kevin Spirtas CD. I wasn’t really sure if I was going to or not, as we did a two-track mix as it was going down and that was very good. But, in the end I decided that I’d like to smooth out some imbalances, and I want to make the audience much more of a presence on the CD, so mixing it we will be. The good news is that by deleting his encore (The Sweetest of Days and the Finest of Nights, which everyone already has), we’ll be able to get the whole show onto one CD (we do have to tighten a few things to do it, but it’s just pauses and stuff, nothing important). So, I shall be at Vinnie’s all the livelong day.
I have a lot of meetings this week, and will be seeing the likes of Miss Cindy Williams, Mr. Nick Redman and our pal Julie Kirgo, the production crew for the LACC benefit, my co-director on the LACC benefit, and quite a few others. What looked like a somewhat empty week has suddenly become quite full. Our first casting session is tomorrow, but it’s more like a screening out session, and I’ll see the people who get called back later this week or early next week. I also have to arrange for instrument rentals and cartage for our little session next Monday, and I must start pulling DVDs and videos for our LACC celebrity tribute clip reel that my pal David Wechter will be putting together for me. Whew!
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, mix a CD, I must call instrument rental houses and cartage people, I must make many telephonic calls, and I must try to stay on top of things as best I can. Today’s topic of discussion: We sort of began this topic in the posts yesterday, but it didn’t really get very far, so – what are your most basic primal fears, the things that really get to you? For example, in Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four, the protagonist’s most primal fear is rats. What’s yours? I know what mine is, but frankly just the thought of even typing it is making me break out in a cold sweat, so maybe I’ll reveal it tomorrow. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst we ponder what a difference a day makes, twenty-four little hours.