Well, dear readers, this week is flying by, like a gazelle in a zoot suit. Do you know what I learned last night? I learned that love means never having to say you’re sorry. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, love means never having to say you’re sorry. I never knew that’s what love means. To me love means never having to eat Indian food. To me love means never having to watch the Stupid Bowl. To me love means never having to sing Memory. But love does not mean never having to say you’re sorry. For example, the first thing I do whenever love rears its little head is say I’m sorry. What is love anyway? What’s love got to do with it? Where is love? Love is a many splendored thing but only if love were all. I love Paris, I love Lucy, and yet I’ve said I’m sorry to both Paris and Lucy, not necessarily in that order. What the HELL am I talking about. I’m sorry. Oops (spoo, spelled backwards), love means never having to say you’re sorry and, as we all know, this site is all about love. This site is the love boat of sites. This site is a love connection – we’ve got the look of love.
Now, as you may or may not have figured out, last night I watched a motion picture entitled Love Story on Blu and Ray. Now, I will sheepishly admit, or at the very least I will moosely admit that I have never seen Love Story. I believe I watched the first three minutes once on DVD, but I just never had much interest in the film. But I decided to rectify that situation, oh, yes, I decided to rectify that situation and rectify that situation I did. And I’m very glad I did because guess what? I really liked it. It’s just a good old-fashioned three-hankie movie. Yes, the dialogue is a little arch but who cares? The film works because the actors are fine, and the director, Arthur Hiller, never lets the film devolve into bathos. Had he made any missteps the danger of bathos would have been rife. But he just tells the story simply. They don’t even name the disease. The Francis Lai score also plays it close to the vest and never overstays its welcome or overdoes it – several scenes that today would be scored within an inch of their lives go without music. Best of all, the transfer from Paramount is absolute perfection in every way. It is, in fact, the poster child for what a 1970 film should look like, especially the color. And if you want an instant comparison between what I call brown color and color that’s correct, it’s contained right in this disc: Just view the little featurette and look at the clips in it – brown. Then view the film itself and you will see what true color looks like. This should be required viewing for all those Internet nutjobs who think they know whereof they speak. Highly recommended by the likes of me.
Prior to that, I had a very okay day. I got up, dealt with an annoying e-mail swiftly, had a couple of telephonic conversations and got the photos that I had printed up yesterday. They were indeed of Miss Jodi Benson and I during the recording of Disneyland on the Unsung Musicals album. So, we’ll definitely use one of those for the book. Then I went to Jerry’s Deli only to find the entire parking lot blocked off thanks to another annoying film company shooting in the adjacent bowling alley. This was at 11:45. I parked on the street, went in, and it was jammed inside. Now, I was there three times last week at exactly 11:45 and there were NO PEOPLE THERE. It’s just incomprehensible to me. One week it’s empty, the next week everyone decides it’s Jerry’s week. In any case, I had a pastrami sandwich and no fries. After that, I went to the mail place and picked up a few small packages. Then I came home and recorded eight songs and then sent them off to John Boswell. Then I did some work on the computer.
After that, I watched the DVD of the East Coast singer’s first time doing the act we created. She did very well, considering we did not really have any what you’d call real rehearsals. The patter was rough and didn’t work when she got off the point, which happened a few times. And there are performance things to work on, but there were no real screw-ups and it plays very well. So, we’ll do a telephonic session and go over everything and then she can incorporate that stuff in this coming Friday’s second show.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below and do remember, clicking on the Unseemly Button means never having to say you’re sorry.
Today, I shall get up, maybe jog (it rained yesterday), and I should have one of the proofers suggested fixes back and if I do that will be what I’ll work on for a few hours. I shall eat, I shall hopefully pick up some packages, I shall do some errands and whatnot, I shall put gas in the motor car, and I shall relax and watch a motion picture on Blu and Ray as well as the first Maigret from box four.
Tomorrow, I have work to do, then several of us humans are going to Long Beach to sup and then see Miss Alet Taylor in God of Carnage, which I’m very much looking forward to. Friday is the first preview day of the book fair – it’s open from three to nine and I plan on being there at three to avoid traffic. I’ll probably eat in Pasadena and then come home after rush hour.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, maybe jog (weather permitting), maybe begin entering proofer number one’s fixes, hopefully pick up packages, do errands and whatnot, and watch a motion picture or two. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you get to ask me or any dear reader any old question you like and we get to give any old answer we like. So, let’s have loads of lovely questions, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, which I shan’t apologize for because hitting the road to dreamland means never having to say you’re sorry.