Well, dear readers, we are just one week from a little day I like to call Christmas. Isn’t that shocking? And thus far, my only Bah, Humbugs have been pretty much limited to drivers and unprepared people at the postal office. I have begun to don my gay apparel, and I hope all of you have done the same. My gay apparel today, for example, will consist of a really tight t-shirt and a pair of exceptional West Hollywood jeans. If one has West Hollywood jeans does it automatically follow that one has West Hollywood genes? Just asking. In any case, I feel jolly and festively festive and that’s all there is to it. My goodness, it’s almost midnight and I’ve only just begun the notes. How did that happen? Now I must write like the wind, although frankly the wind doesn’t write all that well. I mean have you read anything the wind has written lately? Speaking of the wind, yesterday was a day I have little memory of. I know I got up. I know I packaged up some things for shipping. I know I worked on two songs for several hours. I know I answered lots of e-mails and also sent out the eVite for my Christmas Eve Do. Now, if any of you dear readers are headed this way or will be near the City of Studio, we’d love to have you stop by, so just drop me an e-mail. I picked up some packages that finally arrived (but one in particular is still missing, which is very annoying), I got some halibut to make for lunch, and then I went to the postal office to ship out my five packages. My Five Packages – wasn’t that a sitcom with Fred MacMurray? As I approached the parking lot of the postal office I could see the line was out the door. I immediately drove to the smaller homegrown postal office two miles away. The line was equally bad there and since it’s a one woman show behind the counter and that woman is the slowest person on Earth, I drove back to the other postal office, determined to tough it out. The line was a bit shorter when I got back, and I was only there about twenty-five minutes. And yes, Virginia, just about every person there was completely unprepared. I then came home, did more work, listened to some CDs, ate my halibut and cheesy potatoes (I’m addicted to the latter), and then finally toddled off to attend a show at a cabaret room.
Last night, I attended a show at a cabaret room. I’d been contacted by the producer so I thought it would be fun to see it. I spent about ninety minutes there, heard some nice singers sing nice Christmas songs, and then came home. The room is a little problematic, but it was their first night in this new space, so I’m sure they’ll work out the sound issues. Since there’s nothing much to say about the evening, instead I’ll tell you about an absolutely amazing CD I got, called O Grande Circo Mistico. The other day, dear reader JMK suggested I get some Edu Lobo albums, but I don’t think he mentioned this one, but I happened to find a copy of this at Amoeba. It’s some sort of show, I gather – not sure if it’s a ballet or pantomime or what, but it’s based on something or other. The lyrics are by Chico Buarque. It’s fully orchestrated and the production of the CD is fantastic. Well, what a delight. The first piece sounds as if it were composed by the love child of Jerry Herman and Cy Coleman. There are gorgeous ballads, fun up tunes and I loved it so much that I listened to it four times in a row. I can’t recommend it highly enough. It has both instrumentals and vocals, and includes such great guests as Antonio Carlos Jobim, Gal Costa, Gilberto Gil, and Milton Nascimento. I believe you can hear some tracks from it on amazon, and if you are so inclined, do so.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I’m writing these notes like the wind and these here notes could be said to be written on the wind. What am I, Douglas Sirk all of a sudden?
Yes, Virginia, these here notes are written on the wind. And tomorrow they’ll be gone with the wind. And the day after that, they’ll call the wind Maria. What’s with all this wind? There’s just way too much wind coming from these here notes.
Today is a day in which I will be on the telephonic device quite a bit. I also have several important errands to do, and I must continue working at the piano. I think I’ll also start reading the new biography of Otto Preminger.
Tomorrow, I think I’m supposed to go to Hollywood High again and judge some drama students, which I’m sure I’ll enjoy. And the rest of the week, I believe, will be mine all mine.
Now wait just a darned minute – we’ve got us a rarity here at haineshisway.com. So, let’s 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 or the Monkey, because we’ve got us two count them two birthdays to celebrate. The first birthday is our very own dear reader, PennyO. So, let’s give a big haineshisway.com birthday cheer to our very own dear reader PennyO. On the count of three: One, two, three – A BIG HAINESHISWAY.COM BIRTHDAY CHEER TO OUR VERY OWN DEAR READER PENNYO!!! And today is also the birthday of Dan the Man. Even though he’s been errant and truant of late, he’s been a wonderful member of our family. So, let’s give a big haineshisway.com birthday cheer to dear reader Dan the Man. On the count of three: One, two, three – A BIG HAINESHISWAY.COM BIRTHDAY CHEER TO DEAR READER DAN THE MAN!!!
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, write like the wind, make several long telephonic calls, do errands and whatnot, and then sit on my couch like so much fish. Also, I couldn’t believe it, but yesterday afternoon I opened the front door to find six geese a’laying – yes, my true love sent them and I was just agog, simply agog at the sight of these six geese a’laying right there on my doorstep. These six geese had no shame and were humping away like nobody’s business. I mean, honestly. Now they’re on the porch and I can hear them out there and one geese just let out such a scream of pleasure that her partner must have found her G(eese) Spot. I gotta tell you. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your all-time favorite title songs from movies – where the song actually uses the title of the film (so Moon River doesn’t count). Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, before these notes knock the wind out of my sails, whatever the HELL that means.