Well, dear readers, it is quite late and I must write these notes in a hurry because I’m as tired as all get out, and I think we all know just how tired all get out is. In fact, all get out is always tired. You just can’t get all get out to have any oomph or energy or panache. All get out is a big old party pooper, if you ask me, not that you did, but I’m telling you anyway. So, let me cut right to the chase and also chase right to the cut. Yesterday was a day of this and that and that and this and ups and downs and downs and ups, not necessarily in that order. For some reason I awoke at the unseemly hour of six-thirty. I managed to fall back asleep at seven-thirty and slept till nine-thirty, when I was awakened by the ringing of the telephonic device. I then got news I did not like from my online dealer, who is awaiting some wire transfers from overseas (including Japan), which are taking a very long time to arrive. He can’t make his decision until Monday now, but at the very least I’ll still get the regular payment and perhaps get more the following week. He really has to do the right thing or I will make certain that all parties are equally unhappy and this, dear readers, you know I can do (insert smiley face here). I then was irked and when I am irked I find it best to have some bacon and eggs and toast and potatoes, all of which I did at Jerry’s Deli, which had an unseemly crowd today, whereas yesterday at the same exact time there was no one there but us chickens. After that, I took some clothes to the cleaners and then went to the mail place, where I picked up one package and no important envelope. Whether the important envelope would have been there if the stupid USPS hadn’t sent all the mail for the UPS Store and other businesses in the neighborhood to the wrong truck. I spent two hours talking to various and sundried USPS people about it, but no one wanted to acknowledge the stupidity or even admit it, even though the carrier had plainly admitted it all to the UPS Store people. I finally got acknowledgment of it late in the day and they told me that yesterday’s and today’s mail should all arrive. My big fear is that these cretins spent so much time on the phone lying about it that perhaps the mail was lost, which, I have to tell you, I do not need. So, send excellent vibes and xylophones for the safe and timely arrival of the important envelope. If it’s not there, I’m not sure what I’ll have to do, because I can’t wait two or three days to see if it’s going to ever show up – I have to get a replacement check Fed Exed to me pronto. This was not the week for the USPS to make such a stupid dunderheaded blunder. The Dunderheaded Blunder – that’s the title of my next novel. Then I did some sequencing work on an upcoming release (different than the release I worked on yesterday). This title, which had a CD release in the mid-1980s but which has been out of print for many years, has a sequencing I don’t care for. And if you look at the titles of the cues and you know the film it really makes no sense, musically or otherwise. Since I know the dunderhead who sequenced it, I know why he did what he did, frontloading the album with four big cues. But that’s not the way the film does it, and the way the film does it makes for a more pleasing listen because it has a lot more variety and kind of tells a musical story that ebbs and flows and also flows and ebbs. So, just for grins, I switched the sequence so that the track titles actually told the story of the film. Then I listened to it and by gum and by golly and buy bonds if I didn’t find it much more pleasing. One really can’t sequence the CD to match the film because the CD is missing about thirty minutes of music (those missing cues are not in the vault and may not exist anymore – at least we couldn’t find them). For example, the actual main title music for the film is not on the CD, nor is the actual end title music. However, I have a DVD in gorgeous stereo that has both and both are completely free of sound effects and dialogue, so we’ll include those – I haven’t decided if they will be bonus tracks or if I’ll use them where they belong.
Then The Singer arrived and we toddled off to Screenland Studios for the dress rehearsal of her act. We had a friendly crowd of about ten people, including The Singer’s mother and father. I must say, the act ran beautifully – fifty-five minutes long. The structure was sound, the laughs were all there, and The Singer had really worked on the notes she was given the day before and the difference was, at times, breathtaking and astonishing – and she felt it, too. There were a couple of pianist errors and some fumfering of the patter, but I took very few notes. After, we went out to eat and I gave the few notes I’d taken, we discussed them, and she’ll work on them. And now, it’s on to the act’s debut this very evening at the Gardenia.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because it is late and I must get my beauty sleep because otherwise I shall wake up a dunderhead (insert smiley face here).
Today, I hope to sleep in a bit, then I’ll listen to the new sequence I did and make sure I like it. Then I should receive the Carnival master to approve. I have a few errands and whatnot to do, and hopefully I’ll pick up a package or three and, more importantly, an important envelope. Then we have a sound check at four-thirty, after which I’ll come home, get ready for the show, and then mosey on over to the club at seven to sup with The Singer’s family and also with a very people I know, such as Adryan Russ and our very own Kritzerland designer, Doug Haverty.
Tomorrow is a ME day, plain and simple or maybe plain and fancy. The only thing I have to do, really, is get everything ready for the new release announcement at midnight (doing it then so I don’t have to get up at six in the morning). Monday, I have many things to do, and then I’m attending a surprise party, which I won’t say more about until after it’s done because you never know who’s reading these here notes. The rest of the week will be filled with meals and meetings and work sessions.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, listen to a master, I must do errands and whatnot, I must hopefully pick up some packages and an important envelope, I must have a sound check and I must sup and see the debut of The Singer’s new act. Today’s topic of discussion: What are the best donuts you’ve ever eaten. Yes, it’s a repeat topic, but I love the donuts and since I can’t be eating any right now, I may as well hear your loving reports on your favorites. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland where I will hopefully not have any more weird dreams – the last few nights I’ve had some doozies, or since it involves sleep should that be doozzzzs (insert smiley face here).