Well, dear readers, it is high time I talk about all my drug experiences through the years. There. Done. That’s right, you heard it here, dear readers, I, BK, have never done a drug of any kind, other than an aspirin or allergy pill or, when I broke my arm, a pain pill of some sort. I have never smoked a marijuana cigarette, I have never had the cocaine, I have never free-based, I have never had acid or any other hallucinogenic, I have never had a blunt or a bogie or a joint or Mary Jane or weed or grass or pot or heroin or PCP or Mescaline or speed or angel dust or happy powder or any other drug known to man. I was derided for it during my college years. I was thought of as prudish and not with it and not happening because I would leave parties or get-togethers if people were smoking pot or doing other things – I simply did not want to be around it. I’m of the belief we can feel however we like – high, low, or in between. I don’t need to have a drug make me feel giddy or high, I don’t need to “expand” my mind with hallucinogenics. I’ll feel how I feel like feeling and that’s all there is to that. I had a recent and no longer “friend” who used to tell me she couldn’t go to bed or get up without smoking a joint. Really. But, then again, I have never liked any stimulant, even alcohol. I was jogging the other day at nine in the morning and as I passed an apartment building on Moorpark, the smell of marijuana wafted its way down to the street – I looked up and there was some idiot standing on his balcony smoking a marijuana cigarette. Really. People tried to get me to do it, heaven knows they tried. They ridiculed me, made fun of me, dared me, all to no avail. I’ve watched acquaintances ruin themselves with cocaine. One actor I worked with had to have his nose rebuilt he’d had so much cocaine. The only coke I do is Diet Coke and I’ve even cut back on that. I know people who do nothing but remember the “old” days and talk about all the drugs they did with such fondness you’d think they were talking about a lover. And I’m sure they still partake, especially if it’s hip and happening and groovy. In the matter of drugs I shall always be an outsider, an abstainer. If others wish to do it, I’m jiggy with it as long as I’m far away. And there you have it – my life with drugs. Zilch. Nada. Zero. Frankly, I’m getting high just writing about all the drugs I’ve never taken. And it’s high time, too.
Yesterday was a very interesting day. I don’t remember why, but I do recall thinking, “My goodness, isn’t today an interesting day?” For example, I got up. That was interesting. I did the long jog, read more of the long musical whilst taking copious notes, wrote question after question for tonight’s event (still have to come up with some more), and then toddled off to listen to some tapes for upcoming potential Kritzerland releases. That was interesting, too. The first tape was the soundtrack to a classic film that has somehow, amazingly, never been issued on CD. The sound was fine, the tapes were in good shape and that became a “go.” We then put on the next tape – a soundtrack to a 1950s film that’s never been on CD, by a major film composer – all was well with that, plus I’ve got other sources coming, too, so I knew we were covered no matter what – that, too, was a “go.” Then we put up the third soundtrack, which was the most interesting of all. It’s by one of my favorite composers, the music is weird and fun, most of the music was not in the film at all, and I the sound was great. An album was prepared at the time of the film’s release, but because most of the music was either dialed so low you couldn’t hear it, or had been excised completely, the album was cancelled. A definite “go.” So, those, along with the show release that I already committed to, gives us our next four releases, which will come out over the next eight weeks or so. After that, there are two other potential show titles, and several more soundtrack titles. My goal, if Kritzerland can afford the advances, is to do at least one release a month from now to the end of the year – and maybe some months will get two. It’s fun having Kritzerland be active.
About a half-hour ago, I heard a buzzing sound and suddenly there was a bee flying around in my home environment. How? How did that happen, just out of the blue like that? I turned off all the lights save for the kitchen, so the bee promptly flew in there. I got a nice thick magazine and stood there watching it. It was quite manic but finally landed briefly on one of the kitchen cupboards. Briefly was all I needed – I shot out with the magazine and squashed its little bee body into pulp. I HATE bees.
I also did errands and whatnot, had a few telephonic conversations and, yes, packaged up more orders. All in all, it was a very interesting day.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I’ve got a lot of prep work to do this very day, and I need to not look or feel like a zombie for tonight’s event.
Last night, I finished watching a motion picture on DVD I’d started several nights before. Said motion picture was entitled Sweet November, an odd film starring Miss Sandy Dennis and Mr. Anthony Newley. It’s about a woman who takes in a new man, a “case,” every month. The deal is, she helps them, they have romance, she makes a difference in their lives, and then they must leave. As it transpires, she’s only got so long to live (not really a surprise to those who understand this genre). Mr. Newley comes along and becomes her November. Of course, he falls in love and doesn’t want to leave, but she replaces him and he goes off, feeling her love, but knowing it’s over. Miss Dennis is all ticks and pops but somehow endearing. Theodore Bikel is very good as her vegetarian neighbor who gives advice. Burr DeBenning is charming as a former month-mate. And then there is Mr. Newley. What a weird screen presence he had. He is just odd and off-kilter and artificial and it’s hard to like his character because of it, which sort of kills the film. But as odd as Mr. Newley is, he doesn’t hold a candle to Sandy Baron as Mr. October. To put it simply, it is perhaps the worst performance I’ve ever seen; completely fake, over the top, obnoxious, and horrid. And I’m being kind. The Michel Legrand score is very pretty and once upon a time the film looked quite beautiful in its IB Tech prints. That time, unfortunately, has passed and what we get here from Warner Archive DVD-R is a barely acceptable anamorphic transfer with bad encoding and blah color.
Today, I shall have to get the long jog out of the way early, and then I have a couple of errands and whatnot to do, and then I must write at least another page of questions, and then I must read some more of the long musical, and then I must ship packages, and then I must get ready to go to LACC for the final event in our Series One events for 2009 – An Evening With Jason Robert Brown and Georgia Stitt. I hope we have a nice, big audience, and if any of our West Coast lurkers are thinking about coming down, please do so. We’d love to see you.
I have several meetings scheduled for the rest of the week, as well as work sessions and all sorts of other odds and ends, which I need to attend to.
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, read more of the long musical, write more of the long questions, and do the LACCTAA event. Today’s topic of discussion: Tell us all about your high times – names can, of course, be changed to protect the innocent and/or guilty. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, in fact, let’s light up the joint.