Well, dear readers, I’m back in New York, New York, the city that never sleeps. I, however, must sleep, so I’ll keep today’s notes brief and to the point. Of course, in order to keep things brief and to the point one must know what the point is. Therein lies the problem, don’t you know. How can I keep things brief and to the point if I don’t know what the fershluganah point IS? I got up quite early, showered, and then I was whisked off the to the airport. At five-thirty I arrived, rather amazed to see how crowded it was – I mean, it was jam-packed with people going hither, thither, and even yon. The flight was full, and the flying time flew by quickly. I actually wrote about five pages of the new play – that felt really good. I had a toy omelet, about two ounces of potatoes, and a small cinnamon roll. Later, they served us a warm cookie that was quite yummilicious. We got in a few minutes early, my car picked up and whisked me to my hotel – and I do mean whisked – there was no traffic whatsoever. I was a little apprehensive about the hotel, but my apprehension was for naught. The room is reasonably spacious, there’s a microwave and refrigerator, there’s free wireless Internet, and I’m quite happy with everything. I took a nice walk before heading over to Joe Allen, where I was joined by my assistant Jonathan, dear reader elmore, occasional dear reader td and his buddy Evil Twin (Janet), and we had quite a marvy time. The only celebrity sighting was Miss Georgia Engel from The Drowsy Chaperone. The food was excellent and the company more so. Stories were told, truths were laid bare on the table for all to see (always enlightening to hear truths laid bare on the table), and we were there for two-and-a-half hours. When we came out it was drizzling. Thankfully, I’d had Jonathan purchase and bring me an umbrella, so I was covered – literally. I walked briskly back to the hotel, where I sat on my bed like so much fish. All in all, it was a lovely night on the town.
Prior to leaving, I did manage to finish the final Inner Sanctum mystery, Pillow of Death. It was enjoyable, but not as good as the other films. Transfer, as for all of the films in the set, was excellent.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I must get my beauty rest, mustn’t I?
In the morning, I’m going to take a one hour brisk walk, after which I’ll come back and shower and then head off to a five-hour rehearsal with the girls. I’m really looking forward to seeing and hearing what they’re doing. After that, we’ll probably go somewhere for a drink and just hang out, after which I’ll join FJL, Skip, Larry, and whoever else might show up for a dinner at a restaurant that FJL loves.
I may try to pay a visit to The Mysterious Bookshop, which I haven’t been to in over five years. I used to be quite the regular there, and it will be interesting to see what’s what – it’s a wonderful store and I love the ambience of it.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, walk briskly for one hour, attend a rehearsal, have dinner with friends on the town, and deal with some recording details. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Friday – what is currently in your CD player, and your DVD/video player? I’ll start – next DVD I’ll be watching upon my return will be The Magus – supposedly one of the worst movies ever made. CD, I’m catching up on my soundtrack listening and have recently enjoyed marvelous new releases of Lifeforce (the complete Henry Mancini score, which is a revelation), and our very own Mr. Nick Redman’s latest, Georges Delerue’s The Pickup Artist, which also has Richard Rodney Bennett’s Sherlock Holmes in New York. The Pickup Artist is a wonderfully melodic score, one of Delerue’s best. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I continue to go out on the town.