Well, dear readers, it’s late, I haven’t felt like writing the notes, but now I feel like writing the notes, hence I am writing the notes. Well. I need some sweet inspiration, frankly, and yet sweet inspiration is not flowing freely through the veins of BK at this moment. That was quite poetic, wasn’t it? I need some damn sweet inspiration is what I need and the damn sweet inspiration is inspiring someone other than me or I. Therefore, I shall mush on sans sweet inspiration. Wait a minute – perhaps if I eat a SWEET that will provide sweet inspiration. I’ll return in but a moment. There, I ate a piece of chocolate licorice and that did the trick and I now have sweet inspiration. Yes, that did the trick – in fact, that is very good at doing tricks and just did the disappearing licorice. It was both astounding and astonishing, which is all you can ask for, trick-wise. I really have no idea what the HELL I’m talking about, but that is par for the course and also course for the par. I think this all stems from the fact that yesterday felt very peculiar to me. Yesterday was just a peculiar-feeling day. I don’t really know why but some days just feel peculiar and I don’t know that peculiar is particularly happy about being felt. I got up at nine. That felt peculiar. I did some stuff on the computer, some of which was peculiar, then I did a mile and a half jog, after which I went and had a sandwich and onion rings. Then I picked up an important envelope and no packages, then I did some peculiar errands and whatnot and then I came back home and did some more peculiar things on the computer. I then sat on my couch like so much fish.
Yesterday, I finished watching a motion picture on DVD entitled Knock on Wood – while not my favorite Danny Kaye film, it was fun to finally see it, and any Panama and Frank movie is going to have some pretty hilarious bits in it, which Knock on Wood most assuredly has. Most of them occur in the final thirty minutes, which is part of the reason the film isn’t as good as The Court Jester. The transfer is not great – the Technicolor matrices seem to be off, which renders a soft image – but the color is fine. Danny Kaye is, of course, a brilliant clown. I then watched a motion picture on Blu and Ray entitled Tommy. I hadn’t seen Tommy since it first came out – I didn’t much care for it then, and I didn’t much care for it now. It’s so relentless, so insanely over-the-top, so loud and bombastic and it just goes on and on – there are some fun things in it and I like the music, but watching the film is like being hit in the head with a sledgehammer for two hours. The transfer is really great, though, as is the sound. I then watched yet another motion picture on DVD, this one entitled The Power, starring Mr. George Hamilton, Miss Suzanne Pleshette, Mr. Michael Rennie, my neighbor, Earl Holliman, and Richard Carlson – he led three lives, you know. I saw it when it came out and didn’t like it very much. Seeing it again after all these years, one can enjoy it on a certain nostalgic level, but it’s really not very good and there are some really weird directorial choices in this film that defy credulity. The scope transfer is quite nice, the color is good, and the score by Miklos Rozsa is fun.
After the three movies, I went back to the computer. I had a few friend requests from Facebook and I accepted them. For those who’ve done that, you know that sometimes on the right side you have some pictures of other people – the Facebook friend suggestions of people they think you might know. I rarely look over there, but I did and there was a rather surprising suggestion for a person who swore they’d never have such a page – I clicked on it for fun and I wish I hadn’t, but them’s the breaks. It kind of put me in both a fowl and foul mood so I went out and did another mile and a half jog, came home and had a very sweet telephonic conversation with muse Margaret, who was, as always, very supportive and calming. I then took a nice hot shower and washed the junky feelings down the drain.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I believe I’ve had about all the sweet inspiration I’m getting and I really must get my beauty sleep.
Today, I’m hoping for a completely non-peculiar day. I don’t really have any plans until four-thirty, although I do have to start writing liner notes and getting track titles for our next release to the Kritzerland designer. At four-thirty I head over to the Music Center, where I shall park, pick up my tickets for the opening night of Leap of Faith, and then go and have an early and leisurely dinner at one of the nearby eateries. And then it’s seeing the show, after which I’ll be attending the opening night partay, which I’m looking forward to.
Tomorrow, I have a lot of stuff to do, and then I think Mr. David Wechter will be coming by in the afternoon and we’ll go have an early dinner/work session to talk about the sixty pages of script we’ve written – I already know that at least twenty of those pages have to go.
Tuesday, we have a stumble-through of the Gardenia show sans one of our performers – however, the singer whose act I’m directing has learned the four songs involved and will be at rehearsal to sing them, just so I’m sure that the order of the show works. Wednesday, of course, it’s show time, with a sound check at three, after which I’ll have to hurry home and get ready, after which I’ll get to the club around seven-thirty to dine.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do a jog, watch a motion picture, do some writing, and then attend the opening night of Leap of Faith and its opening night partay. 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 postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland and hope for a non-peculiar day filled with sweet inspiration and other sweet things.