Well, dear readers, how did it come to pass that on a day of rest, namely Sunday, yesterday, I did not rest? No, I worked most of the livelong day, but I got a lot done and there’s something to be said for that, although what exactly that something is I know not and I no knot. I slept until ten, which seems good until one has the knowledge that I did not fall asleep until two-thirty in the morning. In any case, I got up, printed out a few orders, answered e-mails and then decided to buckle down, Winsocki and do the work I needed to do. So, I spent the next few hours doing the editing road map for a project that will be announced in three or four weeks. Since I love the score, it was fun to do, and not as hard as some of these things are. Most of the cues had slates and matched up with the cue sheet, but some had no slates and so detective work was required, but I enjoy that and I figured everything out. Rather than take a break, I dove right into writing the liner notes for our next release. That always involves doing research in my very own library and online. I got them written in about two hours, after which I was starving. So, I moseyed on over to Jerry’s Deli and had my beloved small turkey sandwich and some onion rings. I then came home, finessed the liner notes and sent them off, printed out yet more orders, had a visit from the helper, who took more invoices home so she could address yet more packages. I then decided not to go to the little party thing I was supposed to attend – I just couldn’t see spending ninety minutes on the round-trip drive to hang out with people I don’t know (I would have only known two count them two people there). As it turns out, I made a very wise decision – apparently there was a fire either on or just off the 101 freeway and the drive would have taken me two hours. So, instead, I played through my edited version of the road map and loved what I heard, and I did the inlay card information for our next release and got that sent off. I then had a couple of longish telephonic conversations, after which I finally sat on my couch like so much fish. So, not exactly a day of rest, but certainly a day in which I accomplished things.
Last night, I watched about five episodes of Dragnet. For some reason, several of the episodes almost played like a sitcom – with much amusing repartee between Jack Webb and Harry Morgan. I don’t love those comical shows – I want my Dragnet to be gritty and terse. There weren’t many good location shots, although there was a shot of one of my favorite restaurants of old, Villa Frascati. No surprising cast appearances in the batch I watched. The last of the episodes I viewed was all about the evil of the marijuana cigarettes and how they lead to bad things. In the case of this particular episode, the smoking of the marijuana cigarettes led to a couple neglecting their baby girl, who drowns in the bathtub. I think the lesson they were trying hard to impart is that the smoking of the marijuana cigarettes is evil. In several of these episodes, soon-to-be Adam 12 officer Kent McCord appears as an officer. Jack Webb was very loyal to actors and used the same ones over and over again. I do regret not ever having appeared on Dragnet or Adam 12. The transfers aren’t all that great – brownish color and fuzzy, but I do love my Dragnet episodes, although not nearly as much as my Adam 12 episodes – a new volume of the latter is coming in the next few weeks and I shall have it.
I then watched the latest episode of Mad Men. So far, the first two episodes have been very good, and the acting on this program is really terrific. I think the show has only made one real misstep this season and that is not having Bryan Batt on the show – he is sorely missed. The Jon Hamm character continues his irritating ways – it’s a very interesting character, considering he is the lead and is generally unlikable. In last night’s show, there’s a moment with his secretary toward the end of the show where you just want to punch him. But I guess that makes good TV, and I really like the whole look and feel of the show this season.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I have a super busy day tomorrow, so I have a lot of buckling down, Winsocki to do and therefore need my beauty sleep.
Today, the helper will be arriving at ten, and we’ll sort through the hundreds upon hundreds of boxes we’ll be shipping, and we’ll address any boxes that are left (all the orders that came in yesterday). Then we’ll be going over to the storage facility to begin the task of finding the boxes that contain the Lost in Boston charts, so I can pull the seventeen songs that we’ll be doing. I’m praying that won’t be too too difficult. After that, the helper will be on her merry way and I’ll begin liner notes for the album that will either be announced concurrently with our next release or a week later – it’s a cast album and one that I’m particularly pleased to do, even though I know it will move pretty slowly. Some things you just have to do. Also, Mr. Barry Pearl and I may go over to the Beverly Garland Hotel to check out the big room there and talk to them about doing our first event there. There would be some kinks to work out.
Tomorrow, I actually have kept free so I can relax and prepare for the event at the Burbank Library in Burbank, California. I guess I’ll show up early so they can tell me exactly what’s expected of me. I’ll bring a box o’ books just in case anyone wants to purchase one. I’m hoping for a decent-sized crowd but have no idea who will be showing up. As always, my dear, dear friends on my e-mail blast list never say boo about these things. Then they expect me to attend their events. Funny that.
The rest of the week is filled with meetings and meals and errands and whatnot, and one of the days will be a very heavy shipping day – I’m waiting to hear which day that will be.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, find time to do a jog, I must address packages, I must go to storage and find sheet music, I must eat, I must perhaps pay a visit to the Beverly Garland Hotel, and I must begin the new set of liner notes. Today’s topic of discussion: Cop shows on TV have been a staple from the very beginning – one of my earliest TV memories is watching Boston Blackie back in 1951 or 1952 at four or five years of age. So, what are your all-time favorite cop and detective TV shows? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I get my beauty sleep so that I can buckle down, Winsocki and get a lot of work done this very day.