Well, dear readers, TGIS, because this week was a doozy, although, that said, most of it was actually fine. And the not fine part, the series of annoying e-mails will be over on Monday. Yes, TGIS (Thank God It’s Saturday or To Grill Is Sublime or This Green Is Sucky or Theresa Goes In Second), because I was quite done with this week somewhere back about Wednesday. First of all, how is this month half over? Second of all, why is it already after midnight? Third of all, don’t I have some notes to write?
Yesterday was mostly fine and dandy and even occasionally dandy and fine. I got up at nine, which was fine, answered e-mails and then got ready for the breakfast meeting. Just before I left, the e-mail I knew would be coming came. I read it and it had slightly less attitude than the previous two, but still was smarmy and obnoxious, as if the sender couldn’t help it because that’s part of his very fabric. In any case, it will be the last one because there will be no need for any more after Monday. I then went to my breakfast meeting and that was very fun. Lots of good stories and I had some pasta papa. After that, I came back to the San Fernando Valley, did some things around the house, then picked up four big boxes of Nudie Musical Blu and Rays, our second pressing, because, surprisingly, the first pressing is completely gone. I also picked up an important envelope. Then I did some banking, then came home. The temperature was over 100 degrees and just disgusting, like walking around in a sauna bath. Once home, I had several long telephonic conversations about various and sundried things, did some work on the computer, then completed a complicated trade deal that has resulted in me being the proud owner of an original Reginald Marsh watercolor. Mr. Marsh is one of my favorite American painters, right up there with Edward Hopper in having a unique and wonderful American feel to his work. He was the subject, like Hopper, of one of those huge oversized art books in the 1970s. This is a small piece but really nice – four urban gals from 1944, in the classic Marsh style. I should have it in a week or so. After all that, I went to Gelson’s and got a little thing of creamed spinach and two very small chicken tenders to snack on. Then I came home and sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched a motion picture on Blu and Ray entitled The River, a film by Jean Renoir from the wonderful novel of Rumer Godden. The River is a beautiful film, simple and heartfelt, and being set in India, exotic and filled with wonderful scenery and locations and people. It’s one of two movie masterpieces based on Godden novels, the other being Black Narcissus. This new restoration is quite lovely – it’s a beautifully photographed film so it’s really nice to see it looking so swell. The Blu and Ray is an import and region B.
After the movie, I had a very long telephonic conversation with our very own Mr. Barry Pearl, and that was fun, as always. We also got all the Strategic Air Command CDs shipped, too, early in the day.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I must get a good night’s beauty sleep.
Today was supposed to be an easy day, but instead I’ll be working. We’re going to be comping vocals for the East Coast Singer’s Christmas CD – the engineer has done rough mixes of the band so he can’t go any further until he has the comped vocals to work with. So, we’ll probably work for four hours and hopefully we can get most of it done in that time. Then I’m going to see a friend’s cabaret show – I’m trying to find out if it’s just show or show and dinner. Then after that, David Wechter and I will be going to the midnight screening of The Faculty at the New Beverly Theater. I’m told we’ll be taking part in a Q&A – I have no idea who else will be partaking in the Q&A but let’s just say it could get VERY interesting, if you get my meaning and I know you do. So, I’ll be home very late and the notes will go up very late as a result.
Tomorrow we have a short work session at eleven, and then I’ll need to just relax, hopefully finish casting so I can get all the songs assigned and then get the sheet music to the singers. We’re a little behind now and cannot fall further behind. I don’t know why I keep thinking I have something to do in the evening, but whatever it may be I haven’t written it down so it will either come to me, someone will remind me, or maybe I don’t have something to do. I hope it’s that latter. Next week will be very busy doing a whole slew of things.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, comp vocals, see a cabaret evening, and attend a midnight screening. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite films that take place in exotic locales. As a wee sprig of a twig of a tad of a lad of a youth I used to love films that took place in exotic locales, like the Arabian Nights movies, and Ramar of the Jungle and all that stuff. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland happy to say TGIS.