Well, dear readers, I have whiled away the hours conferrin’ with the flowers and now it is time to write these here notes. The flowers didn’t have much to say, by the way (BTW, in Internet lingo). They just sat there like so much fish while I prattled on about the fact that it’s now okay to eat tomatoes because they don’t know what the HELL is causing the outbreak of Salmonella. When I called this three or four weeks ago I was derided, but a little birdie had told me they had no clew so tomatoes were an easy target, but those poor tomatoes were given a bum rap, if you ask me. In any case, I whiled away the hours in a one-sided conversation and then suddenly it was midnight at the oasis and I realized I hadn’t even begun the notes. I’d begun the beguine but not the fershluganah notes. Speaking of the fershluganah notes, yesterday was quite a long but nice day. I got up very early and did an early-morning two-mile jog. I then had to hurry over to Mr. Grant Geissman’s home environment, where I comped vocal number one. As we began working on the mix of that song, I just couldn’t stand the way the track sounded so I did some major surgery on it, removing a lot of the midi synth sounds that they guy had brought with him and making it more of a quintet sound – by the time we finished with it it was very tasty. I then comped vocal number two and that was that. I hurried back home and then Mr. Druxman arrived and we drove to Calabassas and had some lunch then proceeded on to the lovely home of Mr. Richard Matheson, the wonderful author of The Shrinking Man, I Am Legend, and Bid Time Return aka Somewhere In Time. It was great meeting with him and we all had a lovely chat. He told us that there’s a musical version of Somewhere In Time in development, and all manner of things were talked about, including Roger Corman, Jack Arnold (the director of The Incredible Shrinking Man), and it was just grand fun. He graciously signed all four books I’d brought with me, and then we left him and headed home. Once home, I had to go do a couple of errands, and then I recorded and sent the remaining act three songs from The Hostage and I now never ever have to think about that again. We got a few book preorders in and there are only fifteen or sixteen of the free bonus gift left, so don’t wait too long. And then I took a nice forty-five minute walk, and then I finally sat on my couch like so much fish.
I wasn’t in the mood to watch anything last night, but did, in fact, watch an episode of The Cisco Kid. The Cisco Kid was one of several western TV shows of the early 1950s that I never ever missed. In fact, not only did I never miss an episode, I also listened to it on the radio (yes, the radio). I was always very fond of The Cisco Kid and my brother and I always used to say the tag line of every episode to each other – “Hey, Cisco” “Hey, Pancho.” Duncan Renaldo and Leo Carillo were wonderful in the show – it was a bargain basement show with no production values and no really known actors – I think the shows were shot in three days and it shows. Looking at it now, the episodes are nothing to write home about, and it hasn’t held up nearly as well as The Lone Ranger, Annie Oakley, Roy Rogers and Dale Evans, or Wild Bill Hickok. Like a handful of other early 1950s shows, The Cisco Kid was shot in color, but never broadcast that way, so as iffy as these transfers are (they’re very soft) it’s a lot of fun to see them in color.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below and let’s all be sure to eat some wrongly-accused tomatoes whilst we while away the hours conferrin’ with the flowers.
How can it be Friday already? In less than a week I’ll be in New York. I have a place to stay on Friday and Saturday so I’m still looking for Thursday. Please let me know if any of you dear readers hear of anything. The clock is ticking, if you get my meaning.
Today, I actually have a light day, and boy do I need it – it’s been a really full week, and I have another full week including my trip coming up. I may try to do some writing today, but mostly I think I’ll play. I’m not sure what’s happening over the weekend. I’ll probably weigh myself for the first time in two weeks and I do hope that I like what I see.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, jog, perhaps write a few sentences and/or paragraphs, and I must play and relax, not necessarily in that order. Then, in the early evening hours I shall sup with cousins Alan and Dee Dee. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Friday – what is currently in your CD player and your DVD/video player. I’ll start – CD, all manner of newly released soundtracks, including my favorite of the bunch, the CD soundtrack to the new version of A Raisin In The Sun, which is just beautiful. DVD, nothing to speak of, although I want to see a movie I keep forgetting about called Confessions Of A Dangerous Mind, which is about Chuck Barris. I must try to find a copy. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst we while away the hours eating tomatoes, tomatoes, tomatoes (that is three tomatoes).