Well, dear readers, June is flying by, like a gazelle with a yeast infection. I gotta tell you. It’s really hard to believe we’re in the sixth month of the year, isn’t it? I have made one decision for June, and that is I’m having some massage therapy and maybe even this week. I just need some damn TLC, massage-wise, and I’m damn well damn having it. What are these, the damn notes all of a sudden? Next I’ll start singing songs from Damn Yankees in the key of D for Damn. As I was typing that last sentence, five pieces of spam arrived, to which I can only say, damn spam.
Yesterday was a damn day. I got over ten hours of blessed and necessary sleep. Once up, I answered a whole damn slew of damn e-mails, and had a couple of very long telephonic calls in which things were discussed. After that, I went and had a turkey sandwich with cheese and bacon on it and some damn onion rings, all very damn good. Then I came home and buckled down, Winsocki and finished an entire damn set of liner notes for our next release. I got them to the fellow who proofs certain packaging for us and he got them right back to me and I, in turn, got them to the designer. That was a big load off my mind. Then we finished casting the next Kritzerland show, which is Kritzerland Goes Off-Broadway. It was the fastest cast put together ever – and we’ve got a grand and glorious group – Dan Callaway, Kim Huber, Maddy Claire Parks (our Daisy Mae), Jenna Lea Rosen, Sami Staitman, Robert Yacko and our special guest, Jason Graae, with the wonderful John Boswell on piano. It all came together very quickly. Now, of course, I have to choose all the damn songs. After all that, I finally sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I decided to make use of Netflix and watched two count them two eighty-minute documentaries. The first documentary was entitled Double Take and was one of those overly arty and kind of pointless things – actually it was incomprehensible, something to do with Alfred Hitchcock’s films of the Cold War era and the Cold War itself. It made no sense and I just didn’t get it. Then I watched another documentary entitles Terms of Service May Apply, and that one was frightening and really well done. I recommend it to one and all and also all and one. It is George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four come true. There is simply no privacy anymore and you and I and everyone we know are being looked upon on every single day, with certain agencies and organizations having access to every aspect of our lives, from e-mails to phone records to social media. There are some truly scary revelations in this film that will have your jaw on the floor – mine was on the floor frequently.
After that, I got the packaging from the designer, gave it the once-over, and sent it to the proofer for one final look. So, it should be able to go to the studio for approval today and I’ve asked a special favor to have that approval come quickly. It’s a title I know will sell very quickly and boy do we need one of those right about now. I ate some fruit things – melon balls, some grapes, and had two flavors of sorbets – peach and raspberry. It was a damn fruity evening if you ask me.
Today, I shall be up by ten at the latest, and I’ll sign my half of the 100 copies of the Two Roads sheet music. Then I’ll grab a quick bite to eat, hopefully pick up some packages, and then Richard Sherman will be here to sign his half of the 100 copies of Two Roads. Hopefully I’ll get the packaging in for approval, too. Then I’ll be choosing a lot of songs – I have the feeling this is going to be daunting, although I know at least five of the songs already.
The rest of the week is meetings and meals, seeing shows and trying to actually get some rest in.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, sign sheet music, eat, have Richard Sherman sign sheet music, choose songs and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What were these firsts – the first LP you ever bought with your own money. The first book you ever bought with your own money. The first stereo you ever bought with your own money? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to be done writing these damn notes.