Well, dear readers, it is very late and I must hurry and write these here notes before someone bitch-slaps me from here to eternity and hell and back for posting them so late. I simply had a very busy nacht, didn’t get home until late, and then had a nocturnal telephonic call. Actually, this was a very long day – in fact, it was a long day’s journey into nacht. I awoke quite early (7 in the morning, to be exact), and then went off to do a two-hour rehearsal for the musical. I flew through the blocking and managed to do three musical numbers and about thirty-five pages, so that made me feel better that we’ll at least have the thing up on its feet for our staged reading. After that, I hurried back to the Valley, picked up the two DVDs of Deceit and went home and proofed them. They look very good, although I feel the non-anamorphic letterboxed version is sharper – the anamorphic seems to show up faults in the photography more. Still, I’ll let the authoring person decide which will be best. After that, I had an intense but good telephonic call for an hour, and I felt much, much better after that call. There were nice apologies and explanations and all seemed heartfelt to me, and that’s all I care about. Even though I’m still being a bit wary, I think everything is going to be okay, and that makes me happy. I then jogged, and then supped with the object of all this past week’s madness, Miss Tammy Minoff. It was a nice supper and then she wanted to see a movie so we toddled off to The Grove. After that, I came home and sat on my couch like so much fish, having my nocturnal telephonic call.
Last night, I saw a motion picture in an actual motion picture theater. It was entitled Friends With Money, and it was just rotten, I tell you. Oh, there were some mildly amusing bits, and the actors were decent, but boy did it just meander and overstay it’s already tenuous welcome – it’s only eighty-nine minutes sans credits, but it felt like over two hours. There’s no pace, no point, no nothing, just the odd decent one-liner. One sits and scratches one’s head over how things like this get financed and green-lighted. Also, the director (also the writer) has no idea how to shoot a movie, and the extreme close-ups on the actors make them all look singularly unattractive.
What am I, Ebert and Roeper all of a sudden? Why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because these here notes are turning into a Long Day’s Journey Into Nacht. Or, more aptly, a Long Nacht’s Journey Into Day.
Today, I must spend quite a bit of time entering a bunch of small changes into the musical script – I’ve never gotten around to doing it, and we need an up-to-date script now. I also have to notate all the key changes we’ve done to accommodate the singers. And I have to finish the last verse of a song I’ve been working on for a couple of weeks, a part of which is in the new play. I’ve also begun writing songs for PennyO’s show, which, I must say, I’m having a rather good time doing.
I’m afraid the Long Night’s Journey Into Day is moving along much too quickly. I had so many pithy things to say and now I cannot say them because I am so late in writing these here notes.
Tonight I’m going to an opening at the Pasadena Playhouse – some Sherlock Holmes play – I’ll be attending with Miss Jessica Rush, who wants to meet all the Playhouse folks because they’ll be doing The Last Five Years, which she really wants to do. I will, of course, have a full report.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, put in changes to the musical script, I must tickle the ivories, I must eat something reasonable (I’m now at the stage in my diet that I abhor most – where I’m running almost daily, eating very reasonably, and yet not losing weight – this will last about a week and always happens, and it’s when most people start to stray because it’s so damnably frustrating – I’ll weather the storm, however, and next week I should drop some poundage apace), and I must attend an opening nacht. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you get to ask me or any dear reader any old question you like and we get to give any old answer we like. So, let’s have loads of lovely questions, and loads of lovely answers, as the long night continues it’s inexorable journey into day.