Well, dear readers, for the past two hours what have I been doing? Well, I’ll tell you what I’ve been doing because why should I keep such fascinating and important information from the likes of you dear readers. I have been importing albums into iTunes. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, I, BK, have been importing albums into iTunes and all of said albums have been of the Bossa Nova kind. Yes, we’ve been having a Close Encounter of the Bossa Nova kind. I have imported so many albums it’s not even funny, but I wanted a nice potpourri for my six-week New York, New York trip. I don’t even have to bring my iPod as I can play directly from the computer. I’ll import one or two more albums tomorrow, but I have about fifteen hours-worth of Bossa Nova, which should satisfy whatever cravings I may have in the late-night hours. I must tell you that after a long two-hour session of importing albums one begins to feel at one with iTunes and suddenly it’s more like I, Tunes. In other words, I am my tunes. In other words, hold my hand, in other words, darling kiss me and then fly me to the fershluganah moon why don’t you? Did anyone notice I just went to Bart Howardland? I seem to be wandering deeply into the valley of the obtuse, don’t I? Where was I? Oh, yes, I, Tunes. One does have to admit that iTunes is a pretty nifty contraption. It occurs to me that I should actually begin writing the notes or they will never go up on time, so here we go. Yesterday was not quite the completely restful day I’d been hoping for, but it wasn’t too bad. I woke up, puttered around the home environment, took my new sneakers back because they were just a little too too snug, and then came home to find Time Warner was completely down in my neighborhood, with no ETA as to when it might be fixed. I went to my local free wireless place, but, like the incident with Continental’s free wireless, I couldn’t connect or even see their network. By the time I got home, the Time Warner situation had been fixed, so I called AppleCare and they have hopefully fixed the wireless problem – it seems that when I was using the dial-up during my last trip to New York, New York, it screwed up all of my settings save for the wireless at my home environment. I’ll know for sure if it’s fixed when I go to the airport on Wednesday morning. After that, I jogged, then got a little bite to eat from Gelson’s, then did a few things on Ye Olde Laptop, played a lot of music, then finally sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched a motion picture not on DVD, but one that I’d TIVOd about two years ago. This motion picture was entitled All Fall Down, a film from director John Frankenheimer made during his peak period. Somehow I’d never seen it before, so I really enjoyed finally viewing it. It’s not quite up to the standards of his classics of that era, Birdman of Alcatraz, The Manchurian Candidate, and Seven Days In May, but it’s awfully good. The screenplay by William Inge (from the novel by James Leo Herilihy) is a bit ripe and overwrought and stage-bound at times, but much of the time it’s quite lovely. The performances are excellent all the way down the line. Mr. Warren Beatty looks incredible and is very good as the troubled brother of Brandon de Wilde, who is really terrific. Angela Lansbury and Karl Malden are great as the parents, especially Miss Lansbury. For me, the film became truly magical whenever Miss Eva Marie Saint appeared. How beautiful she was/is and what a wonderful, natural actress. The score by Alex North is one of his best and really gets under the skin of the characters, something film music today rarely does. The photography by Lionel Lindon is beautiful, and, best of all, the film features a one-scene cameo by our haineshisway.com favorite, Madame Spivy.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I’ve got a busier than busy day ahead of me and let me tell you we need all the excellent vibes and xylophone casting vibes you can send.
Today, I have a morning meeting with the publicist for the fundraiser – I’m thinking this meeting will end up lasting a couple of hours. We’re convening at Art’s Deli, so at least there will be some food to pass the time. Prior to that meeting, I’ll go to Fed Ex and overnight a big box o’ clothes and toiletries and such to New York, New York. That way, I’ll be packing especially light, which is the way I like it, baby. Light as a pancake, baby. Or is it flat as a pancake, baby. Oh, yes, lighter than air, not light as a pancake. Get the sayings straight, for heaven’s sake, that’s what I say. I have a little meeting with Joan Ryan around two, then I have a bunch of little details to take care of, and that should be the entire day.
Tomorrow, I’m expecting a few things that I hope will arrive prior to my leaving, including two Brain checks which I need to get into the bank. I hope to be done with everything I’m doing by about three, so that I can then just relax, sit on my couch like so much fish, get to bed early, and then be on my way to the airport and then on my way to New York, New York to begin rehearsals for The Brain From Planet X. Am I excited? You bet I am.
I forgot to mention that the dust jacket has been approved and put to bed, and they’re printing up a soft and hardcover test book for me to approve and man am I excited to get them in my hot little hands. Ironically, it was during my trip to New York, New York, last year when I received the test books for How To Write A Dirty Book and Other Stories.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, meet, eat, jog, check on checks, check on casting, Fed Ex, meet, and then relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What is the thinnest you’ve ever been, and what is the heaviest you’ve ever been, and at what weight are you happiest – and when have the thin and heavy weights occurred in your life? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, as I, Tunes heads to the bedroom environment for some beauty sleep.