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September 21, 2010:

NACHO NOTES

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Well, dear readers, it is quite late and these here notes should have been up thirty-five minutes ago but weren’t because I was stuffing my face with nachos, guacamole, pico de gallo, cheese, and ground beef. It was a stupid thing to do, but I was starving and my friend and I split them. They were good, though. So, now I am totally bloated and trying to write these here notes in a hurry – perhaps the notes will be bloated, too, kind of nacho notes. In any case, here’s the lowdown, which, of course, is the opposite of the highup. Yesterday was a day and I did things. I got up, did some work on the computer, went to the post office to see why they’d left me a slip (a package we sent had an incorrect postage amount), then went to my engineer’s for a meeting with the writers of the cast recording we’ll be issuing soon. We discussed what I felt were the downsides of the recording and what needed to be done to help them, and they agreed. They left, and then I did some intensive work on the sound of the band – EQ on the piano, tightening and focusing the drum sound – when we were through it sounded much better. Then we simply nuked the guitar track and boy did that help clean everything up. We’ll be bringing in our very own Mr. Grant Geissman to redo several of the tracks, and that will help immeasurably and we’ll actually be able to use the guitar. We’ll also be bringing in a reed to sweeten about four tracks – that will help, too. After that, I had a sandwich and no fries, picked up no mail or packages, and then did some more work on the computer and had several telephonic calls and had to answer a LOT of e-mails. And I found out that some turd somewhere has scammed my main e-mail address so if you get something with an attachment from that address do NOT open it. I hate the people who do this and would like to have them killed. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, these people serve only to cause people grief and harm and therefore don’t deserve to be on this earth. Period. I did a mile and a half jog, and then I headed over to the Dale of Glen, picked up my ticket for 70 Girls 70 and killed some time walking around.

Last night, I saw a concert staging of 70 Girls 70. I had never seen the show before, and even though I owned both LP and CD I don’t know that I ever actually heard it all the way through – so for me it was like discovering a brand new Kander and Ebb show. I found much of it quite delightfully delightful, with several great Kander and Ebb songs. The structure of the show is quite odd and took some getting used to and the book seemed weak at times (there’s not enough at stake in act one – an easy problem to fix but they didn’t). And the show ends with one of the best Kander and Ebb numbers I’ve ever heard – called Yes. Director John Bowab kept things moving right along – they have very little time to put these things together and he wisely kept people pretty much front and center at mic stands and music stands. The cast was excellent and I was really happy to seem my pal Marsha Kramer really get a great leading role to sink her teeth into – she was great. And there was a woman in the show named Helen Geller – I worked with her when I recorded Radio Gals and thought she was great then – well, she’s eighty-four now and brought down the house. And if those doing the new Follies production have a brain in their head between them, they will let this lady play Hattie – she’s a perfect Ethel Shutta type, but one doubts she is even on their radar. That will change however, because I’m dropping my close personal friend, Mr. Stephen Sondheim, an e-mail tomorrow. All in all, a fun evening. And the audience was loaded with some stellar types, including the show’s original director, Paul Aaron (the original production also carries a Entire Production Supervised by Stanley Prager credit, so who knows who was responsible for what), Mr. Kenny Ortega, Miss Kelly Gonda, Miss Charlotte Rae, Miss Mary Jo Catlett, Mr. Will MacKenzie, my friend David Lee, and many other fun folks.

You know what happened afterwards – I ate some damn nachos and I am now really paying the price ($4.23); I feel completely bloated and more than a little nauseous. Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because these nacho notes are making me want to vomit on the ground.

Today, the helper will be here at ten and we have a bunch of stuff to ship out. Then we have to get some music Xeroxed, and then I have to do a jog and get ready for my afternoon interview for the book. It’s in Santa Monica but that’s all I know right now. I suppose I’ll get all the information this morning. After that, I may meet a friend for a quick dinner.

Tomorrow, I only have one little errand and whatnot to do, then I’ll pack and just relax. I’ll write and post the notes early and get as much sleep as I can before I arise at about four-thirty in the morning.

Thursday, of course, I will be flying to New York, New York, the city that never sleeps, so keep sending those excellent vibes and xylophones for safe and on-time travel and nice weather.

Let’s all put on our pointy party hats and our colored tights and pantaloons, let’s all break out the cheese slices and the ham chunks, let’s all dance the Hora to the Texas Two-Step, for today is the birthday of our very own beloved dear reader Laura. So, let’s give a big haineshisway.com birthday cheer to our very own beloved dear reader Laura. On the count of three: One, two, three – A BIG HAINESHISWAY.COM BIRTHDAY CHEER TO OUR VERY OWN BELOVED DEAR READER LAURA!!!

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, ship packages, Xerox, jog, do errands and whatnot, hopefully pick up several packages and then do an interview. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite Kander and Ebb songs? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I try not to vomit on the ground as I post these here nacho notes.

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