Well, dear readers, this week is flying by, like a gazelle wearing a snood. Does anyone still wear a snood? I think snoods are poised for a comeback, don’t you? After all, everything old is new again and we haven’t had a good snood craze in decades. I, for one, will be the first to purchase a snood. Here, for those who may not know what a snood is, is an actual photograph of two women wearing snoods.
All right, damn it all, send in the snoods, to paraphrase my close personal friend, Mr. Stephen Sondheim. What the HELL am I talking about? Don’t I have some notes to write? I do and I shall, not necessarily in that order. Yesterday was a day in which I could have used a nice snood. I was up at nine, stayed in bed till ten, then got out of bed, answered e-mails, and then spent a couple of hours entering fixes from the first proofer. I did most, but not all of them. Certain ones I ran by Muse Margaret. I think I did almost all the little fixes in the narration, but left some of the dialogue suggested fixes unfixed, because it didn’t read well to me in certain cases. You’ll understand when you read the book, IF you read the book. So, I’m just waiting for the two other proofers to send me their suggestions and then I can get this book designed and done. After that, I had a nice meeting with Terri White’s ever-lovin’ Donna, just to discuss a few things. It looks like we’re going to put out a CD she did last year – we’ll spruce up the packaging and get some notes written and then it will be a Kritzerland title. We love Terri White.
After the meeting, I was ready for FOOD and FOOD I had. First of all, did you know that food spelled backwards is DOOF? Just asking. Anyway, I had a cup of chicken corn chowder and a ham and Swiss on rye. Did you know if you type Swiss but accidentally use your right hand instead of your left when typing the final letters you get Swill? Just asking. Of course, I had some tap tap tapioca pudding for dessert. Then I picked up a couple of packages and then came home. Once home, I did some work on the computer, and then sat on my couch like so much fish.
Yesterday, I finished watching a motion picture on Blu and Ray entitled All Is Lost, starring Mr. Robert Redford and nobody else. Yes, it’s a one-man show, a story of survival. It’s an okay motion picture if you like this sort of thing, but it’s always nice to see Mr. Redford in anything. He is a lesson in great screen acting, and he does more in five minutes without any dialogue than these whispery actors do in two and a half hours spouting puerile dialogue. Does he get up for an Oscar for his tour-de-force performance? Of course not – these kiddies who have overtaken the Academy don’t know from acting, they know from schmacting. Note to kiddies: Mr. Redford is the real deal. You’re not, at least from where I sit. It’s easy to see why the film was completely overlooked. First off – terrible off-putting title. The film had no chance with that title. Second off – very bad idea to start the film with the voice-over – they should have just told the story start to finish. But, no, they have to start like that and do their oh so with it “eight days earlier” card. It’s become such a boring cliché and enough already. Transfer’s fine, as you’d expect. Oh, and the “music?” One droning cue after another. Note to droning composer: Try writing some music that actually serves the purpose of what film music is supposed to do.
Then I spent the next couple of hours reading the memoir of Samantha Geimer, called The Girl – her account of the Roman Polanski affair. I’m liking it very much, although wouldn’t it be nice if a major publisher actually took the time to proof and copy edit a book? There are some really silly typos and errors. But her story is interesting and it’s nice to have her side of things. I read the first 100 pages.
Today, I shall be up by nine-thirty or so to begin writing liner notes. Then I’ll send the singers their sheet music and some mp3s. We have a wonderful cast lined up for the show: Josh Grisetti, Jean Louisa Kelly, Ashley Fox Linton, Jenna Lea Rosen, Sami Staitman, and Robert Yacko, along with our guest star, Terri White. I’ll eat, hopefully pick up some packages, then I go to the theater for a little pre-show rehearsal with Dana Dewes, who’s coming back – we don’t know if it’s for the remainder of the run or just a few performances – I guess we’ll find out. Then I see the show with my guests, and then maybe some of us will go grab a bite to eat after.
Tomorrow morning I have a meeting at a local coffee shop, then the rest of the day is mine all mine. If I have the other proofers suggested fixes by then, then that’s what I’ll be doing. Saturday I may go see our show, Sunday I judge the finals of the singing contest. Then it’s prepping our new release and all sorts of other things.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, write liner notes, get singers their music, eat, hopefully pick up packages, and then attend our show. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your all-time favorite songs from musicals produced and/or directed by Harold Prince? KIDDING. I, as you know, am on a pudding kick. Every day I kick some pudding around like it was so much fish. So, what is the first kind of pudding you ever had, when was it and what brand, and what are your favorite puddings and when’s the last time you ate some damn pudding? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, after which I shall arise and don my new snood.