Well, dear readers, it is about time I write an opening sentence since I’ve been sitting here like so much fish trying to write an opening sentence to no avail. Of course, once the opening sentence is written, then the trick is to follow that with a second sentence. Since I’ve now done both, we can now commence with these here notes. The problem is that I’m still sitting here like so much fish, logey from too much food (not really that much but I do believe Ye Olde Stomache has shrunk), and endlessly yawning. I can’t even remember what I did yesterday. I know I did a few things – let’s see. I got up. I did that. I jogged two miles. I did that. I did some errands and whatnot and listened from top to bottom to the new mix we completed on our next show album release. I am very pleased with it – I found two little problems, which have since been fixed – one track cut off abruptly, and an edit in the finale had one extra orchestral hit that shouldn’t have been there. Now it’s all fine, it’s approved, and it’s going to the mastering guy tomorrow. I picked up a couple of packages and some mail, including the important envelope, I did some banking, and then I came home. I answered e-mails, did some work on the computer, and then watched three episodes of Dragnet 1968. I’ll finish the set, but it’s not nearly as much fun as the first volume of this set was, the one that came out several years ago. But these Dragnet episodes are perfect for dozing and doze I did, several times. Then I got ready and moseyed on over to the Eclectic Café for dinner.
Last night, I dined at the Eclectic Café with our very own Mr. Barry Pearl, and mutual friend, director Don Petrie and his lovely wife. The food was excellent, the conversation stimulating – my favorite kind of meal. After that, we all moseyed on over to The Raven Playhouse in North Hollywood, which is in walking distance of the Eclectic Café. We took our seats for a performance of Sam Bobrick’s show Passengers, eight short playlets all taking place in a bus station waiting room. We had a good time, and Barry’s ever-lovin’ Cindy did a very good job in all her roles. After, since it was closing night, they had some Marie Callender’s pie and some appetizer foodstuffs from Chevy’s, two of their sponsors. I was too full to eat anything. After a while, I drove home.
I had a few e-mails to answer, and postings to catch up on, including one post that we all knew was coming at some point. Just what to do about it is now open for a vote – I know what my instinct is, certainly. Why I actually allowed it to get to the point that there would be a post is because I was somehow hoping that the person would just lurk, or not actually post. But it was inevitable and I can see she was just waiting for a perceived opening. I suspect I know what the vote will be.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because it is about time I finished this here section and about time I moved on to the next.
Today, I think the only thing I have to do is to write liner notes, which I absolutely must finish (at least one of the titles). I also have to make notes for the contextual commentary I’ll be doing for the Gardenia show on Wednesday. Other than that and jogging, the day and night are mine all mine.
Tomorrow, we have a rehearsal at one, and the helper also arrives at that time to address a lot of packages for One Eyed Jacks. I don’t know whether she’ll be able to finish all of them – if she doesn’t, she’ll take the rest home with her and finish there. Tuesday, we have another rehearsal and a stumble-through the show in order. After that, people can stay to work on their material if they like. And then it’s show time.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, jog, write liner notes, make notes for my contextual commentary, and eat something amusing and watch the new episode of Mad Men, along with a motion picture or three. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s free-for-all day, the day in which you dear readers get to make with the topics and we all get to post about them. So, let’s have loads of lovely topics and loads of lovely postings, shall we, because it’s about time I toddled off to the bedroom environment. Why is it always about time? Time is very selfish that way, don’t you think? It’s always about time – it’s never about place or date, no, it’s just always about time. Damn them, damn them all to hell.