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January 12, 2012:

THE SWORD OF DAMOCLES

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Well, dear readers, after twenty-two book pages and two sets of liner notes, you might imagine I am not exactly chomping at the bit to write these here notes, but write them I shall for it is my solemn duty as a Jew and an American and a sixty-four year-old to do so. I am currently sitting here looking at a stack of nineteen CDs, which was what I produced in 1995 alone. I finally at least got an inkling of how to figure out what I did when by going to amazon and looking at the release dates. From there, one could at least figure out a time frame. The good news of yesterday was that I finally got past 1994 and have moved on to 1995. I’m only really going to be detailed about four of the nineteen albums, otherwise I’ll just mention the others and maybe tell a little anecdote if there is one.

I got up way too late yesterday and by the time I finished finessing the previous day’s twenty-two pages, it was time to go eat. I had a pastrami sandwich and sweet potato fries for my meal o’ the day, then I picked up a couple of packages, then came back home. I wrote twelve pages in the next couple of hours, too a little break, and wrote eight more before I finally sat on my couch like so much fish.

Last night, I watched a superb Maigret film, one of the best so far. After that, it was back to the computer. I had to cut and paste a few things in the book, then I wrote another few pages. Then I decided to buckle down Winsocki and write one set of liner notes, which I did. Then I decided to write the second set of liner notes because I wanted all that out of the way. So, I got all that done but I have exhausted all my words for the evening, so I have nothing else to write about, I’m afraid.

But at least I don’t have the Sword of Damocles hanging over my head, liner notes-wise. What the HELL is the Sword of Damocles anyway? That guy’s sword sure gets around, doesn’t it? Damn them, damn them all to hell.

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I have no words left this evening and I must get my beauty sleep for tomorrow I shall be alive with words, I shall have words at my disposal, I shall thrive on words, I shall be a wordsmith, I shall be a wordjones, I shall write words, words, and more words, I will write a plethora or words and I will not be stopped by beast nor man nor hermaphrodite, I shall, in other words, write lots and lots of words.

Today, I shall, believe it or not, write words. I shall get up, I shall finesse, I shall write a few new pages, I shall eat something light but amusing, I shall jog if there’s time, I shall hopefully pick up packages, I shall write, I shall listen to a new master, I shall hopefully proof packaging, I shall watch a Maigret, and I shall write.

Tomorrow will be more of the same, although I think I’m supposed to do something at some point. Hopefully someone will remind me. Saturday I see a matinee and Saturday night I sup, and Sunday I judge some singing contest and during all of that I shall, of course, continue to write. On Monday I will get muse Margaret the next batch of pages.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, finesse, write, maybe jog, eat, write, hopefully pick up packages, write, watch a Maigret, proof a new master, and write. Today’s topic of discussion: I have no idea – you’re on your own for a topic this day. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland happy to have rid myself of this meddlesome Sword of Damocles.

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