Well, dear readers, I believe the expression in song is “let it snow, let it snow, let it snow” but here in the City of Studio the expression is “let it rain, let it rain, let it rain.” Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, we are having a festival of rain, big buckets of rain, here in this let it snow, let it snow, let it snow Christmas season. I gotta tell you. I’m feeling quite jolly right now. I am feeling quite roly-poly right now because it is the Christmas season and nobody no nobody is gonna rain on my parade – except the rain, of course. I am beginning to think there are no sane people anymore. I am beginning to think that people everywhere have simply lost their marbles, even the aggies. People sans marbles – that’s the world in which we seem to live. I always have to marvel at it – you think and you hope and you trust that people are what they seem to be and then you find out that, no, the marbles are missing. Well, nothing to be done about it and the good news is I’m always, always prepared for it. I want all the marbles, baby, and will settle for nothing less in a human person. Am I being enigmatic? Am I speaking elliptically, like a matinee, a Pinter play, perhaps a piece of Mahler’s? I just had a piece of See’s, which is, of course, every bit as good as a piece of Mahler’s. What the HELL am I talking about? What’s all this palaver about marbles and sanity and Pinter and enigmatic ellipses? Don’t I have notes to write? I do and I shall, not necessarily in that order. Yesterday was quite an interesting day. I got up early – in fact, I arose just before she of the Evil Eye and she of the Ensemble arrived. I gave she of the Ensemble her music and CD, and she gave me a very sweet little gift of some chocolate covered candy-cane candy she’d made. I then shipped a bunch of packages, had a little visit with Miss Adryan Russ, then picked up no important envelope and no packages. Hopefully the envelope will be here tomorrow or there will be hell toupee. I then came home, listened and approved the Genghis Khan master, so now all that’s left to approve is the LP transfer of Casino Royale. I had several nice e-mails to respond to and had a couple of telephonic calls. I then went over to Bird’s for some foodstuffs. I hadn’t been there in quite some time and was rather astonished to find every table filled at 4:45 in the afternoon. Say what? It took about ten minutes but I finally got the booth I wanted. I had the half chicken (all white) and some onion rings – it was quite yummilicous, as always. I then went to the book and record store down the street and perused the goods. Then I came home and finally sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched a motion picture on Blu and Ray entitled True Grit, the original True Grit, not the new True Grit, which I have no desire to see at all. I quite like the original True Grit, although I don’t find it to be a classic. The Duke is grand fun and Kim Darby is fetching. Glen Campbell is, well, it’s obvious why his motion picture career basically ended after this film (I believe he made only one other significant film, Norwood, not that Norwood is a significant film). The film’s direction by Henry Hathaway gets the job done, and it’s beautifully photographed (by Lucien Ballard) and scored (Elmer Bernstein). It’s never that compelling, but it’s very enjoyable. The transfer is quite nice, with excellent color and clarity.
After the movie, I ruminated on the lost marbles situation, but it was a brief rumination and now I am done ruminating because who wants to ruminate on such things when life holds so much beauty and fun – but only people with marbles know that and let me tell you, I have all the marbles (selbram, spelled backwards).
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because the weather outside is frightful and I, for one, say let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
Today, I shall make ready for tomorrow morning’s announcement, and I shall approve the last part of the Casino Royale master, so that can get sent to the pressing plant first thing in the morning. There is a chance we might get the discs back in time to ship before the end of the year – we shall see. Then I’m having an early dinner with someone who I hope has all their marbles, a friend of the helper, who’s a very nice person – looking forward to that. And then I’m going to the Jason Graae cocktail partay in the later evening. So, not exactly a day of rest, but it should have its moments.
Tomorrow, I’ll be up at six to announce, and then hopefully will be printing out a LOT of orders for our two releases. After that, the helper and I will do the last of the pre-Christmas shipping and hopefully the important envelope will arrive. The rest of the week is pretty light, I think, which is nice, and then, of course, it’s the 22nd Annual Kimmel Christmas Eve Do on Christmas Eve.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, approve a master, do a jog (should the rain abate for a few minutes), have an early dinner with a friend of the helper, and then attend a Graae cocktail 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 topics, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, where I shall dream about lovely people who have all their marbles, and I shall serenade such people with a rousing chorus of let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.