Well, dear readers, we are now halfway through April and I find that rather astonishing, don’t you? This year is flying by, like a gazelle doing the Hokey Pokey. And I already feel like I’ve done a year’s worth of work – and it’s only just begun, really. And I’m jiggy with that, because I like work and I’m having fun, but every once in a while it’s nice to stop and smell the roses or the coffee or the formaldehyde. I remember the days when a year was like a year – these days a year is like six months. I gotta tell you. In any case, I must write short notes this evening because I need to give my Brain From Planet X a rest, but I’ll have more stories to share tomorrow or Sunday. I had a rather pleasant day yesterday – nothing earth shattering and nothing terrible. I got up, did a very brisk long jog, did an errand, and responded to about twenty-five e-mails. I then had a two-hour work session with the composer and lyricist of the long musical – that went very well. I then returned a bunch of those huge two-inch tapes to the MGM vaults and I’m very happy to have them out of my car. I picked up three count them three packages, then had to do several more errands, after which I stopped at the Cheesecake Factory for a meal, which was way too much food but was, as usual, quite yummilicious. I finally came home and found out the audio layback would not be happening. It may happen today but I won’t know until the last minute, which I hate. It certainly has to happen before we do the commentary track on Tuesday. I then had to do some work on the computer, package up some orders, and then finally I sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night I watched a motion picture on DVD entitled Fuzz, starring Mr. Burt Reynolds, Miss Raquel Welch, and Yul Brynner. I never caught this one in the theater, but I had high hopes for it because it was adapted from an Ed McBain 87th Precinct book by Evan Hunter, and who better to adapt Ed McBain than Evan Hunter, since Evan Hunter IS Ed McBain. Well, this was truly one of the worst movies I’ve ever seen – nothing about it works – not the “quirky” humor, the improvised scenes, the horrible direction of someone named Richard A. Colla, and certainly not the script, which just meanders pointlessly from scene to scene. There is sort of a plot but not really, and you just never care about anyone, you never are interested in anything that happens, and the whole thing just lays there like a dead carp. The actors are fine, but they don’t have a chance with such terrible material. The transfer was okay, although non-anamorphic. I really wanted this to be a discovery, but, alas, it was a major disaster.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I’m a little overtired and I must get a good night’s sleep. Besides, these notes are boring. They have no zip, no zotz, no zing. In short, they are putting me to sleep.
Today is up in the air. I simply don’t know if I’m coming or going or even going or coming. I’m at other’s beck and call and also call and beck. I do know I have to go to West LA in the morning, and then come back and figure out if this audio layback is happening, which it better. So, I can’t make any other plans.
Tomorrow, I shall try to finally see dear reader Jeanne, and I also have a meeting with our very own Alet Taylor about the act we’re creating.
This upcoming week is going to be very busy – so many things to attend to – getting the next two Kritzerland CDs ready for their respective announcements, a ton of meetings, meals, proofing, working on the new Kritzerland website, seeing shows (including the opening night of Ain’t Misbehavin’ – a gift of show and party for having recorded the music portion of the radio commercial), and doing the commentary track.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do the long jog, go to West LA, do errands and whatnot, and then wait for the phone call to see if we’re doing the audio layback – I’ll also finish proofing the new novel, which I should have finished two days ago. Today’s topic of discussion: What is your favorite Rodgers and Hammerstein musical, and why is it your favorite? And what are your favorite R&H songs? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst we hope for a splendidly splendid second half of April, and tomorrow’s notes will have plenty of zip, zotz, and zing, not necessarily in that order.