Well, dear readers, it is quite late and I am quite late and the notes are quite late and hence I shall write them in a hurry. Let me begin by saying that we are one step further on the road to good news, so keep those excellent vibes and xylophones coming because I think there’s potential for a successful conclusion maybe by the end of this week, in which case I’ll go ahead and make an announcement. It’s not 100% though, so I’m saying nothing, oh, no, I’m saying nothing – at this time. Speaking of this time, yesterday was a funny old day. For example, I got up. That was funny. I then did an early errand, then came home, then went to an early lunch with Mr. Kevin Spirtas, then came home, did some work at the piano and the computer, then got ready for rehearsal. We headed out to Anaheim at about 3:45 and got there a little quicker than usual. We went to Marie Callender’s to eat, and I had their salad bar and ate too much damn stuff. That’s it. From here on in, I am taking it easy, food-wise, until I lose at least twenty pounds. We hung out there and chatted and killed a couple of hours, and then headed over to rehearsal. The rehearsal was to teach music, and for the first time we had our entire company there, although six of them arrived ninety minutes late due to having to strike the Assassins set. The company’s voices sound really good together, and they picked up everything very quickly. We did a good deal of material, and tonight we do the rest of the group numbers, then, in whatever time is left, solo stuff. Because of starting late, we ended late, which is why I’m late and the notes are late. I discovered a new route to come home by if we get out this late – after eleven they close the 5 where it junctions to the 91 and the detour is insane – the new way, I take the 57 to the 60 to the 101 and it works great. I got home just before midnight and was greeted by a nice e-mail, the one that put us one step closer to good news. And then I began writing these here notes, and that brings us up to date.
I forgot to mention that the other night I decided to have my annual watching of the motion picture entitled Witness, starring Harrison Ford, Kelly McGillis, and Lukas Haas. The film just gets better and better and it was great to begin with – certainly one of the ten-best films of the 80s, brilliantly helmed by Peter Weir, with a great script and wonderful performances by everyone. It is a film filled with terrific and memorable sequences, including the great and beautifully filmed and scored scene where Lukas Haas sees a photo of the man he saw kill someone. And the raising the barn sequence is wonderful, too – a perfect melding of image and music. I don’t normally like Maurice Jarre’s music all that much (except for his early French film scores), but this score just works. The transfer is excellent.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I really must get to bed and rest the weary bones and get my beauty rest, too.
Today, I’ll have several errands to do and then, of course, I’ll head out to the second of our full-cast music rehearsals. Then it’s back to blocking tomorrow and Thursday.
Man, I really hope this good news happens, as I think everyone here will be very happy to hear it. Certainly I’ll be happy to hear it. If it comes to fruition I shall dance the Hora and the Swim and even the Pony.
I still haven’t picked up my dry cleaning, which was ready on Saturday. I’ll do that this morning, along with some other stuff that needs doing. Tomorrow I have a little work session with Kevin and arranger Shelly Markham.
Are these notes dry? These notes seem very dry. These notes are arid. These notes need some wetness and pizzazz and they need to sparkle Neely sparkle. But who has time? For that, I’d actually have to not be sitting here falling asleep at the keyboard. Yes, I, BK, am falling asleep at the keyboard and hence writing dry, arid notes. This is what happens when you have the weary bones and I, dear readers, have the weary bones. The Weary Bones – that’s the title of my next novel.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do errands, do work, have a music rehearsal, and eat a nice, but reasonable meal o’ the day. Today’s topic of discussion: Name your top ten favorite films of the 80s. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, as I rest the weary bones and head off to the bedroom environment.