Well, dear readers, the best is yet to come and babe won’t it be fine. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, the best is yet to come and babe won’t it be fine. I feel there is somethin’ blowin’ in the wind – for example, it could be the answer is blowin’ in the wind or it could be that debris is blowin’ in the wind. In any case, I’d like to think that the best is yet to come and babe won’t it be fine, and that that day is coming soon. Speaking of coming soon, yesterday, a day that is now a thing of the past, was a fine day, overall. For example, I got up. That was a fine thing, overall. I then had the oddest feeling that the best is yet to come and babe won’t it be fine. I had to toddle off to see Teddy, who did his customary fine job making my hair kempt. I then had to toddle off to rehearsal where, to my surprise, our writer/producer had invited a few people to watch the run-through. It was a nice group, mostly his support mechanism, and I knew several of them, including Miss Barbara Deutsch, Mr. Kevin Spirtas, Miss Allison Boris and her two young children, and a few other mothers with young children. It was an interesting thing to do, seeing as we’ve only really had a couple of actual run-throughs, but, as it turned out, it worked out just fine. Even though there were a few things that, for me, didn’t work, our guests ate the show up, especially the kids. The cast really got their energy where it needed to be and they did a great job, and the response was fantastic. We all felt it strongly. After everyone left I went over my notes, which were not many. I felt there were three or four moments that didn’t work for various reasons, and I gave my thoughts as to why – the writer/producer and the cast all agreed with my feelings and we basically fixed them right then and there. My main focus from the day I came onto the project has been to make sure that nothing in the show could be perceived as being negative or down. That battle hasn’t always been easy, but I am very strong about that which I believe in and what came across so strongly today was how right it was to be strong – because the three or four things (and they were really minor, but you could feel the resistance in the audience) that didn’t land were little pockets of moments that just weren’t clear or that seemed like they might be negative or serious. We made one little cut in one scene that really helped things along, and I changed the staging in the opening of one number, because what had been done confused our small crowd. I’m now pretty convinced the show is almost ready to be frozen in terms of no more changes other than minor ones. I also learned that our three performances are well on their way to being sold out. The other thing that became very clear was that this thing really could catch on quickly and therefore I said that we needed to be really ready to pounce if the reaction was incredible. By pounce I mean ready to do more shows within two weeks time. So, we’re going to check the availability of the theater and we’re going to try and make it a regular thing for the next few months. That’s how you build and get groupies and have it be a thing to do. After notes, we ran the changes, then did another run-through and all the changes worked really well and felt very right. After that, I had some Thai food for dinner, then came home and sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched a motion picture on DVD entitled One, Two, Three, a film by Billy Wilder, starring Mr. James Cagney. I saw the film when it came out and I thought it one of the funniest films I’d ever seen – I’d never heard such non-stop huge laughter in my life. Subsequent viewings in the late 60s and throughout the 70s were not as much fun – the film seemed very dated with all the topical references not as funny as they were when they were topical. But in the last decade, my estimation for the film has grown again, and I truly find it hilarious and wonderful, and the dated aspects don’t bother me one or even two whits. The topical references have somehow, for me, become as funny now as they were then. “I will free the workers” says Horst Buchholtz, to which James Cagney replies, “Put on your pants, Spartacus.” At one point when things are looking very dire, Cagney walks toward the camera and says, “Mother of mercy, is this the end of little Rico?” The pace of the film is incredible, and Mr. Cagney’s machine gun performance should have won him on Oscar. The transfer is very nice, with crisp scope black-and-white images.
What am I, Ebert and Roeper all of a sudden? Why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below, for while it is my day off, I do have to ship a few things, and I am introducing Miss Cissy Wechter at her first book signing for her new book.
Have I mentioned that the best is yet to come and babe won’t it be fine? I feel it. It’s happening.
Today – well, I already said what I’m doing today. That’s what happens when you jump the gun. Damn them, damn them all to hell. I’ve jumped the gun and now I have nothing to say in this paragraph. Perhaps later the gun will jump me.
I was happy to see that dear reader elmore had very few notes on The Brain mix, and I shall happily try to address the four or five he did have. The most interesting thing I discovered was when Vinnie called me today and told me we’d left a song off the CD he burned me – I thought there was something wrong, and I couldn’t put my finger on it, and now I know it was that a song had gone missing. Isn’t that funny? I also think I left said song out of the synopsis, which is even funnier.
Hold your hats and hallelujah, I do believe this is a very special day, so let’s all put on our pointy party hats and our colored tights and pantaloons, let’s break out the cheese slices and the ham chunks, let’s dance the Hora and the boogaloo, because today is the birthday of our beloved TPunk. So, let’s give a big haineshisway.com birthday cheer to our beloved TPunk. On the count of three: One, two, three – A BIG HAINESHISWAY.COM BIRTHDAY CHEER TO OUR BELOVED TPUNK!!!
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, jog, write, ship, introduce Cissy Wechter, and then watch a DVD or three. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite Cy Coleman songs? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, and do remember the best is yet to come and babe won’t it be fine.