Well, dear readers, I’m afraid these here notes are going to be scary. Yes, Virginia, I’m afraid these here notes are going to be scary because I am listening to scary music as I write them. Music soothes the savage breast or the savage beast or the savage gazelle, but this music I am listening to is not soothing anything – it is scary music – but then again, Halloween is coming soon and this music is a fitting preamble – loose-fitting like my pants, but still fitting. This music is scaring me – I feel like there are creepy things in back of me, stealthily stealing their way toward me. Bloodsucking fiends wearing pedal pushers and push-up brassieres. I have goose bumps and also elk bumps. There is a chill in the air and things are going bump in the night. BUMP. Did you hear that? Things went BUMP. Damn them, damn them all to hell. This is what happens when you listen to scary music whilst writing the notes. Wait, what was that? What is that eerie sound coming from the nether regions of the home environment? I know not. It could be a – a what? An Uncouth Interloper? I know not. You know, if anyone has a clew as to what the HELL I’m going on about, feel free to jump in right about now. I’m listening to the new soundtrack release of Lifeforce, a new complete edition, which includes Henry Mancini’s complete score, along with Michael Kamen’s redo – I’m listening to the Kamen selections now, and they are scary, but they are not a patch on the butt cheeks of Mr. Mancini’s score. It’s an excellent release, but not for the faint of heart or even the heart of faint. It is scary. Speaking of scary, yesterday went by so fast it was scary. For example, I got up fairly early. That was scary. I then jogged. That was even scarier. I then picked up the Brain CDs from Grant Geissman’s home environment, then packaged up some orders, then did a bunch of errands including shipping said orders, and I booked my transportation from and to the Newark airport. I then had more details to take care of for our upcoming recording on Saturday, followed by telephonic calls and e-mails regarding The Brain. Then I had to have a long dinner/meeting with our Brain publicist. I finally got home at about eight-thirty and sat on my couch like so much fish.
Ah, now the scary music is at an end and I am listening to sweetly beautiful music, which is putting me in a beatific mood. I am positively beatific, I tell you. I have not been this beatific since World War 1. I am listening to Mr. Georges Delerue’s beautiful score to The Pickup Artist, produced by our very own Mr. Nick Redman. Simply beautiful music that is making me beatific in the most beatific sense of the word. Drool is actually coming out of my mouth. Last night, I tried to watch a motion picture on DVD, but I got antsy and didn’t finish The Mole People. Perhaps I should have got moley and not finish The Ant People.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I am, after all, beatific, now that things that go bump in the night are not going bump but laying there like so much fish gently floating in an ocean of serenity on the windmills of my mind. My goodness, that was poetic, wasn’t it?
I have so much to do today I cannot even believe it. I have to do some banking this morning, then go to a meeting with Miss Joan Ryan. I must buy some toiletries for my trip, then must attend several meetings at LACC, starting with my set designer, then I’ll be meeting with the gal who I hope will be our sound designer, then we’ll be doing a photo shoot. After that, I have to meet with Miss Jessica Kiernan for a few minutes. And then, at some point, I have to pack, write notes, post them early, and try to get as much sleep before I arise at about four-thirty in the morning. I must say, the three weeks since I was last in New York has flown by like a gazelle with a hickey.
I must say I’m enjoying an evening of listening to music instead of DVD watching, although I will finish watching the last of the Inner Sanctum movies, Pillow of Death. I have thoroughly enjoyed the Inner Sanctum set and recommend it to one and all and also all and one.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, jog, meet, eat, drive about in my motor car, ready myself for my early flight, pack, and get as much beauty sleep as I can. 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 things go bump in the night and we look at said things with beatific expressions on our beatific faces.