Well, dear readers, another Friday is upon us and another week has flown by like a gazelle doing the Hully-Gully. I am still congested and coughing like crazy and it’s quite annoying. I don’t even know what it is I had, but whatever it was it is lingering and I’d like to kick it in the pants. But enough about me. Instead, let’s talk about me. Yesterday, for example, was a very me day. It started with the musical theater workshop (MTW), where everyone taped their songs, and we even began learning a couple. After that, I went directly to the editing room, where we finished putting in the pickups. I’ll be watching a videotape this morning, just for a final look-see, then next week we’ll do the sound mix and color correction and that will be that. Then we have to decide what to do with the thing, whether to actually make it available on DVD or just to make a few copies for the actors and use it as a tool to get a stock and amateur deal. We shall see. After I finished with that, I came home, where I wrote for the rest of the day and managed to finish act one of this new play I’m writing. That’s always a lovely thing, and now I shall be going over it and making additions, changes, and fixes. Then I have to decide whether to have some actors over to read it prior to my moving on to the second act, or whether to just proceed and have the reading when it’s all finished. I’m just not sure which option I want to do, but I must decide soon, as I want to begin act two. After that, I had dinner with my pal Miss Barbara Deutsch, and it was quite marvelously marvelous. After that, I came home and sat on my couch like so much congested fish, coughing and blowing my nose and feeling stuffed up and miserable. But enough about me.
Last night, I watched a motion picture on DVD entitled Mrs. Henderson Presents, starring Dame Judi Dench and Mr. Bob Hoskins. It’s a sweet little film, nothing brilliant, but entertaining and even a bit touching. It started off on the wrong foot for me by having the first thing you see on the screen be “Inspired by true events.” I am so tired of that line, and I was ready to not like the film because of it – then the opening ten minutes or so were fairly dreadful, but then everything started to work and I ended up liking it. The running time is mercifully short (about 98 minutes), and with actors as good as Miss Dench and Mr. Hopkins, it’s already a notch above most films. The supporting cast was quite good, and the music (period songs, and a score by George Fenton) was delightful.
What am I, Ebert and Roeper all of a sudden? Why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below, because whilst we do I must cough and blow and be stuffed up and miserable. But enough about me.
Today I hope to sleep in, if that’s at all possible. After I awaken, I must package up some CDs and get them shipped, and then I must watch the video of Deceit, and then I must buckle down Winsocki and go through act one of the play and see what feels good and what doesn’t, and then make whatever changes and additions I feel like. Around four-thirty, there is a cocktail party at The Renaissance Hotel for the panelists of the ASCAP conference, and I think I’ll check it out for an hour or so. Then I’ll come home and watch a couple of DVDs.
Tomorrow, of course, will be a very full day, first with the ASCAP thing, and then with the Ray Courts show, which I’m looking forward to. I will, of course, have a full report for you.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, try to be rid of this lingering whatever-it-is-I-have, because I am tired of phlegm, I’m tired of coughing, I’m tired of blowing my nose, and I’m tired of feeling tired. But enough about me. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Friday – what is currently in your CD player, and your DVD/video player? I’ll start – CD, Marvin Hamlisch’s score to The Swimmer. DVD, next up The Aristocrats and Brokeback Mountain. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we?