Well, dear readers, today is the day before tomorrow and tomorrow is the day I shall be flying to New York, New York. Yesterday was, of course, the day before today and I was flying nowhere, like a gazelle wearing a pushup brassiere. Speaking of a pushup brassiere, yesterday (when I was flying nowhere) was a day in which various and sundried things happened. For example, I got up. That happened. I then did an early and brisk jog, then showered and was immediately on my way to a breakfast meeting with someone I’d never met before. Said someone had written to me and asked if we could meet, and I said yes. We met at Hugo’s in West Hollywood. I didn’t know what to expect really, but I was pleasantly surprised and had a terrific time. Her name is Silke, and she’s from Germany and has been in LA for three months now. She’s a film composer, and very interesting person and we had a delightfully delightful time, eating our Papa’s Eggs and chatting about many things (her English is very good). We were there about ninety minutes, and then I took my leave and came back to the Valley, where I did a few errands. I had a lot of e-mails to answer, all of which had to do with our Bacharach benefit. I then went to the mail place where there was no mail. I came back and did a new firmware update for Ye Olde iPhone, which added some spiffy new things and improvements. I had to go Xerox some stuff, and then I got a Subway turkey sandwich for dinner. I then sat on my couch like so much fish and ate it all up. Whilst eating it, I watched an episode of Cagney and Lacey, a very good one about a killer of women who work at a phone sex place – it was directed by Leo Penn (Sean’s daddy), with whom I worked on Doctor’s Hospital. Then Mr. David Wechter stopped by and we signed the Brain contracts, which I’ll now send off. I then returned to the couch where I once again sat like so much fish.
Last night, I watched a motion picture on DVD entitled Paris Blues, which is not a sequel to Paris Reds and Paris Yellows. It’s a film I’d always wanted to see but never had. It stars Mr. Paul Newman and Mr. Sidney Potier as jazz musicians in Paris, and Miss Joanne Woodward and Miss Dihann Carroll as two girls who come to Paris and fall in love with Mr. Newman and Mr. Potier. The plot, unfortunately, is hackneyed and thin, the dialogue is ordinary, but the music is fantastic. The score is credited to Duke Ellington, and the playing is great. There’s one terrific sequence where Louis Armstrong comes into the club where Newman and Potier play and they all do a number together – magic. The photography is beautiful and the direction by Martin Ritt is top-notch. But it just doesn’t add up to anything and becomes a bore long before it’s ninety-five minutes are up. The transfer on this region 2 DVD is very nice, but non-anamorphic widescreen, which is a shame.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because it’s the day before tomorrow and I have a lot of stuff to do and I want to get as much beauty sleep as I can so I can get up and do said lots of stuff.
Today, which is the day before tomorrow, I must do the long jog, I must pack, I must do some laundry, I must eat something fun, and then I must relax and sit on my couch like so much fish, watch a DVD or three, and then get to bed as early as possible. The notes will probably be posted by nine-thirty and the topic changed, as well.
I forgot to mention that yesterday I went to the Gap to see how a new pair of size 33 jeans would fit. I was delighted that they fit really well – in fact, they were loose in the waist and very loose in the butt. So, for fun I decided to try on size 32 in the same jeans. To my utter amazement, they fit perfectly. A little loose in the waist and perfect fit in the butt area. I couldn’t believe it and I was so happy that I pranced around the store like a gazelle doing On The Town.
Tomorrow, I shall be up at five and in a car by five-thirty. My flight is at seven-twenty and I’m flying out of LAX and into Newark. I hope to be supping at Joe Allen by seven.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do the long jog, pack, do some laundry, do some errands and whatnot, hopefully pick up some mail and packages, eat, and then relax and get to bed as early as possible. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite music-related films? Not musicals, per se, but films about musicians or composers or jazz or classical. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, and don’t forget that tomorrow is the day after today, and today is the day before tomorrow.