Well, dear readers, I have given out over four hundred pieces of candy. I ask you, where else on all the Internet can you read such a sentence? Nowhere, that’s where. I am completely exhausted from all the trips to the front door. There were lots of cute children in cute costumes and they showed up in force from just after six until almost nine. And now it is after midnight and I am just beginning these here notes. I gotta tell you. Not only that, but she of the Evil Eye will be here both bright and early and early and bright. Therefore, I must write the rest of these here notes in a hurry and then I must scurry to bed. Speaking of bed, yesterday was another non-stop busy day. I got up early, answered e-mails, and then did the long jog. I showered, then went to the post office to ship a bunch of packages, and then it was off to a final rehearsal. We ran the show, I gave notes, we ran a few areas that needed running, and that was that. I then had to hie myself to LACC to have a little meeting, which I think went fine. I then had to get on the freeway in horrid traffic to come home for the trick or treaters. I think over the years the trick part has become obsolete. Everyone SAYS trick or treat, but they really don’t want the trick they want the treat. Just for fun, I did the trick instead of the treat – I did the connecting rings and it went over like a lead balloon in a pay toilet. After that, I just did the treats. I managed to wolf down two tuna sandwiches and a couple of bite-sized candies. Later I made some toast and that was the food o’ the day. After nine o’clock came, I closed the shades, turned off the lights in the living room, and finally sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched a motion picture on DVD entitled The Clouded Yellow, a British film from 1951 starring Mr. Trevor Howard and Miss Jean Simmons. Directed by Mr. Ralph Thomas, the DVD box trumpets that it’s a thriller in the Hitchcock style and in certain ways I suppose it wants to be that, but Mr. Thomas isn’t Mr. Hitchcock and it doesn’t quite achieve that sort of suspense or excellence. That said, it’s a very entertaining film, and Mr. Howard is his always-excellent self – he’s an actor I never tire of watching. Jean Simmons is fetching and beautiful as a possibly disturbed young woman. The photography is terrific as is the score by Benjamin Frankel. All in all, a very pleasant 81 minutes. There are times when the are abrupt edits and weird jumps – when I did a little research, I discovered that the film originally ran 95 minutes, but that all video versions are the 81 minute version. I’d love to see what’s missing. The transfer on this region 2 DVD is excellent.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I must hie myself into bed so I can get my beauty sleep.
Today, I shall do the long jog, then do errands for a couple of hours, then return and enter more e-mail addresses into Constant Contact. At four-thirty I’ll have to trek down to the Gardenia for a sound check and to make sure everything is as I want it to be. Then I’ll kill some time somehow and then go back to the club at seven to sup and then see the show and the fruits of our labor. It’s all up to the singer now.
Tomorrow I shall relax and do nothing except see a matinee at the El Portal Theater, a play starring Donna McKechnie and Carol Lawrence. I gather it’s been a complete disaster, attendance-wise, so they comped the hell out of the final week’s performances.
This coming week is going to be consumed with Bacharach and planning the show, meetings, meals, and errands. And a happy, hopeful, and wonderful November to all of us.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do the long jog, do errands and whatnot, do a sound check, and see a nightclub act. Today’s topic of discussion: What was your all-time favorite Halloween – and what were your favorite candies to get when you were a kid? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst some of us get the tricks and some of us get the treats.