Well, dear readers, I am sitting high in the sky on an aeroplane, with laptop on lap and a very annoying woman next to me who thinks she not only owns both of her armrests but thinks it’s perfectly fine to insert her elbows into MY space. Every time she does this I have to take MY space back, but she seems blithely unaware. Other than that it’s been a pleasantly pleasant flight thus far. I got up very early after about six hours of sleep, which isn’t bad for the likes of me on the night before traveling. My ride was there right on time and we got to the airport in fifteen minutes. There was practically no one there, hence I got through security very quickly. Despite there being no one there, I still had to go through the scanner, which I found a little ridiculous, unless they have a little quota they need to make. They also made the five people after me do the same. And not a one of us was under sixty. I then sat like so much fish waiting to board. And that is the news thus far and thus far that is the news. You see, I’m now ahead of the game, notes-wise, and I always enjoy being ahead of the game rather than, say, aknee of the game or anose of the game.
Mr. Donald Feltham has been reading the new book in anticipation of a two-part radio show we’ll be doing upon my return. And he found one tiny factual error that nobody caught. I know exactly why I made it, but I probably should have double-checked just to make sure. In talking about Miss Amanda McBroom, I say she won the Oscar for her song The Rose. That is because I have heard that very line many times over the years and I think it’s because people are confused because the FILM was up. In fact, her song was not eligible for an Oscar – what she won was the Golden Globe. I think most will just go right past it, but it’s a little annoying nonetheless. However, if that’s the worst of it then I’m jiggy with that – there are much worse things in any number of “factual” books, even, I think, in Mr. Sondheim’s two books.
I’ve had three teeny-tiny little bags of teeny-tiny nuts. I don’t know about you dear readers, but I’m quite fond of teeny-tiny nuts, and that’s all I’ll say about that. On JetBlue you cannot get on the Internet. In fact, I read right here on this site all about people who get on the Internet on aeroplanes, but I must be traveling the wrong airlines because that option has NEVER been available on any flight I’ve ever taken anywhere at anytime. Go know. Well, I’ll sign off for now and continue after my dinner this evening. I do know I’m supping with Mr. Walter Willison for sure, and if Brent Barrett is free, he’ll come join us. Otherwise, I’ll try to seem him after tomorrow night’s rehearsal. For those who are concerned about she of the Evil Eye, the helper will be letting her in. The helper will also be watching the home environment whilst I’m gone. She’s very excited about using the Jacuzzi. Teeny-Tiny Nuts – that’s the title of my next novel.
We landed right on time and then I cabbed it to the hotel. It’s in kind of a funky neighborhood, on 35th west of Eighth, but it’s really nice. I checked in to find that the East Coast singer had already paid for the room and not only that had upgraded me to a premium room, which is like a large suite, with a sitting room, wet bar, two full bathrooms and two queen sized beds and two TVs. Very sweet of her to do it and I’m really comfy here. Then I did some work on the computer, after which I walked up to Joe Allen. It’s pretty chilly here but I got used to it pretty quickly. Walter Willison arrived and we had a very leisurely meal. After a couple of hours, dear reader Kevin arrived, and then about forty minutes later, Brent Barrett and Bernie arrived. We all had a marvelously marvelous time, chatting, dishing, and we’re hoping that Brent will be coming to LA to do an Outside the Box episode in mid-April. We’re really going to try to make that happen.
Then I walked briskly back to the hotel. And now I must get these here notes posted because we have to move the clocks forward in a mere thirty minutes, so it’s not going to be two o’clock, but three, just like that. Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I must get as much sleep as possible before Mr. Kevin Spirtas calls at ten.
Today, I think I’m meeting Mr. Kevin Spirtas for a drink at around eleven. Then I’ll come back and work on liner notes, after which I’ll go to our little get-together, which may grow a bit from the five that’s currently scheduled. After that, it’s on to rehearsal at seven – that should last two or three hours, and then depending on what the singer wants, I may meet up with dear reader Iris for some dessert.
Tomorrow, we have an early rehearsal, then we reconvene at Don’t Tell Mama for the show. Again, if anyone would like to come as my guest, just drop me a private message. Then the following morning I shall be on my way to the airport, and from there on my way back to LA.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, meet Kevin Spirtas for a drink, write liner notes, have a get-together, have a rehearsal, and then perhaps have some dessert. 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 and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, filled with good food and a fun night out with wonderful folks.