Well, dear readers, we are very close to being completely cast for the Chance Theater production of The Brain From Planet X. We still need one male ensemble member and one General Mills. Last night, we cast the Narrator/Professor Leder – the actor is very talented but very different than the fellow who’s done the show from the beginning, so I’ll have to get used to having someone new with a different look, but I think he’ll be just fine. We settled on our Yoni, and I’m very happy with the gal we’ve chosen, who was very good as Squeaky Fromme in Assassins (here playing opposite her Assassins co-star, who is playing Zubrick). So, I’ve got to find us a General Mills and I’m hoping Adam, our choreographer, can find us our last ensemble member. We begin next Monday. Speaking of next Monday, yesterday was last Tuesday. It was another peculiar day, with some very nice things and some very annoying things. I didn’t get the word on the good news I’m waiting to hear about, so please keep those excellent vibes and xylophones coming. I didn’t really deal with the sucky news from the day before, but will have to very soon. I did some work at the piano, I had a nice breakfast meeting, I did some errands, and we actually had a nice Kritzerland order, which is always nice. I did a few errands and then suddenly it was time to hie myself down to Anaheim. I tried a new route, but it only added fifteen minutes to an already long drive, so I won’t be doing that again. The callbacks were the callbacks and we offered the parts right then and there, so that was good. After that, I came home and sat on my chair like so much fish.
I’ve been reading an interesting book called Hitchcock’s Music, which is, as you might surmise, a book about the music in Hitchcock’s films. I’ve read the chapters on Psycho, Marnie, and the Hitch/Herrmann falling out on Torn Curtain. I’m enjoying it, but like most non-fiction books these days, no editor was employed apparently, because how else would there be such ridiculously stupid and easy to catch mis-spellings of names like composer David Raksin (sometimes it’s correct, sometimes its Raskin) or Meryle Secrest (mis-spelled Meryl Seacrest) and several other equally inane mistakes. If an author produces what he hopes is a scholarly tome that he wants people to take seriously, these sorts of errors are inexcusable, but sadly typical of today’s publishing houses.
We found several line changes we added for the NYMF Brain production that I hadn’t entered into the script, so I have to do that so that I can send an updated and hopefully final version to Rodgers and Hammerstein, to replace what they got last week.
I’m watching a fascinating motion picture documentary on DVD entitled It’s All True, about the film Orson Welles was shooting after The Magnificent Ambersons, a film that was never finished. There is a lot of wonderful footage from the film and it’s very interesting, and I’ll have more to say about it when I finish it.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I can barely keep my eyes open and I’m also feeling a little queasy right now.
These here notes are a little all over the map today, aren’t they? Some of the notes are in Italy, some in sunny Spain, some in Israel, and some right here in the United States of America. I think not only are they a little all over the map, but I find them quite dry, and I think we should hose the hotes, frankly. Hose the hotes? What in tarnation does that mean? What are hotes? I think I meant hose the notes. When notes are dry, one must simply hose them, because, really, we must only have wet notes. Hosing The Notes – that’s the title of my next novel, and it’s a doozy. It’s a story of lust and bestiality in Ancient Greece. What the HELL am I talking about?
Today, I shall work at the piano, do errands, try to deal with sucky news, and pray that good news is forthcoming as regards the good news we’d like to be forthcoming. And, of course, I will be hosing the notes.
Tomorrow and the rest of the week will mostly be working at the piano, and also doing more revisions on Nudie Musical, the stage version.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must for example, work at the piano, do errands, ship two orders, and find something fun but non-caloric to eat. 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 and loads of lovely postings, as we all sing the praises of Hosing the Notes.