Well, dear readers, I think I had a fascinating Saturday, although I can’t really remember what I did or what made it fascinating. Still, it was a fascinating Saturday in the fact that I can’t remember what the HELL was fascinating about it. Perhaps it was the rhythm of the day. Yes, perhaps it was the fascinating rhythm. What am I, George and Ira Gershwin all of a sudden? In any case, I do remember getting up after a good night’s sleep. That was fascinating and did have a certain rhythm. I vaguely remember doing some work on the computer, and then I remember having a very long telephonic conversation, after which I did a two-mile jog in the fascinating heat. Then I moseyed on over to Jerry’s Deli and had a bagel and some matzo brei. After that, I Xeroxed some music and then picked up some packages from the mail place. Then I came home and Mr. Sammy Williams came by and picked up the music I’d Xeroxed (some songs from my show Stages). Then I listened to our new master and I have to say that our remix sounds faboo (oobaf, spelled backwards), really crystal clear and brassy and wonderful. Then I listened to the original album mix master and while it sounds scads better than it ever has before, it is, for me, unlistenable because of the huge, ugly, ridiculous amount of bad reverb. I did some work on the computer, came up with some more casting ideas for the October show, and then I finally sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched a motion picture on Blu and Ray entitled Valentine’s Day, featuring a lot of people. I was not quite prepared for how bad it was, and the fact that this thing actually made money is shocking – although, that said, I don’t believe that it made the amount of money they’re saying it made in the time they say it made it. The script was just horrible in that modern smarmy way of so-called romantic comedies (according to most, this simply apes the film Love, Actually) – the characters are completely unbelievable, none of them gets enough screen time for us to know anything but the broadest of strokes, the comedy is unfunny and clichéd, the attempts at being emotional are funnier than the comedy, and the actors sort of just amiably walk their way through it. You know you’re in trouble when the characters have first names like Morley and Holden and Kevlin. Every two minutes there’s another cloying pop song on the soundtrack, which is occasionally interrupted by a few notes of cloying score. The direction is by the numbers and the film looks like every other film made in the last decade, although, thankfully, without the yellow bias in the color spectrum. People must have been very hungry to see something resembling a romantic comedy last Valentine’s Day, and I’m afraid the fact that it was a hit is leading to the inevitable follow-up, New Year’s Eve. The director of this film is the luckiest man in show business and has been his entire career. In fact, the only thing that got me to even crack a smile was his cameo appearance. The transfer is fine, but the Blu and Ray is going immediately into the trade pile.
After the movie, I worked on rewriting about four lines of the second verse of the Stages song, First Apartment, so that it works for a solo person singing the entire song (the original is sung by several people). I then went to Marie Callender’s and had a little project meeting with Kritzerland’s wonderful designer, Doug Haverty. I ended up having a small salad and a bacon cheeseburger, which is what I’d been craving. Looking at their calorie list, I was more than a little fascinated to see that the turkey, bacon, and avocado sandwich on a croissant had more calories than the bacon cheeseburger – go know. The most calorie-friendly thing they do there is the lemon pepper salmon – clocking in at a very reasonable 600 calories.
After our food and meeting, I came home and then lo and behold and also behold and lo it was time to start writing these here notes. Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I’m through writing in this fascinating section and in this fascinating rhythm on this fascinating Saturday.
Today, I do believe that most of the day and evening are mine all mine. Oh, I have to do some writing of liner notes, and I have to continue prep work for the October Gardenia show, and I have a couple of errands and whatnot to do, but mostly I’m doin’ nothin’.
Tomorrow is, of course, a holiday and I think I don’t have much to do either, unless I decide to announce the new title, which I probably will. I did a recent announcement on a holiday Monday and we did really well, so why not? I also think there might be something else happening, but I really can’t remember what it would be.
Tuesday I have a lunch meeting with a singer, and the rest of the week is quite busy with meetings, meals, and I’m even seeing a couple of shows this week. Plus prepping our next soundtrack release, which will announce a week from tomorrow.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do a long jog, I must relax, I must write, I must do a couple of errands and whatnot, and then I shall watch several motion pictures and the new episode of Mad Men. 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, as we conclude these fascinating notes written in a fascinating rhythm on a fascinating Saturday.