Well, dear readers, where exactly did yesterday go? In fact, where exactly has this week gone? In additional fact, where exactly has this month gone? Or, for that or any other matter, where has this year gone? Oh, yes, and where have all the flowers gone? Actually, I have three vases filled with lovely flowers, so that’s where the damn flowers have gone.
May I just say it has gotten unbearably hot in the last two days? Well, I just said it so I guess I can. You know, yesterday was a day where I really buckled down Winsocki and did some heavy lifting, work-wise. I’ve been putting it off and putting it off and so I decided I just had to put it on. First of all, I only got about six hours of sleep and that was most irritating. I answered e-mails aplenty then went and had my meal o’ the day, which consisted of the following foodstuffs: one toasted sesame bagel and one Cobb salad with 1000-Island dressing – it was quite good. Then I came home, which is when I buckled down Winsocki and dove into sequencing a CD. This was actually quite complicated – many, many tracks to keep track of (there will probably be forty-five to fifty tracks on the album) – it was over two hours of material that had to be whittled down to seventy-eight minutes. I began by eliminating the few tracks where there were two takes of the same cue. That was easy. I knew what I wanted the first four tracks to be, so that was easy, too. But then I just began assembling track by track into a sequence that felt musical, flowed, and never seemed repetitious. It took hours to do, like four. At the end of that, I had about eighty-eight minutes. I listened to it and took notes, determined where there were repetitive tracks and then I deleted those and got right to where I wanted at seventy-eight minutes. I then played that straight through and was very happy with it as a listening experience. I typed up a road map of what I’d done to keep everything clear – these tracks are all on Dropbox but in three separate folders, so I wanted to have a map that was very easy to understand. I sent that to the composer and he can now listen and make sure he’s happy or make any suggestions he likes. I then did a mile and a half jog, which is all I could bear in the later afternoon sweltering heat. So that was just about my entire day and most of my evening until I left to go do the fixes of the mixes.
The fixes of the mixes didn’t take very long. They were simple things, like a noise here and there that needed to be muted – stuff like that. We also listened to the six tracks where we’ll be replacing the horns, and determined exactly which sections had to be done, so the good news is it’s only two songs from start to finish, and the rest is just pieces of four other things. Then I came home and listened to my sequence one more time – I liked it.
I also popped open the new Jacques Demy box from Criterion. I sampled first The Young Girls of Rochefort. I looked at a little of the French Blu-ray of it that I’ve had for a couple of years, then looked at the Criterion – I’m sure it’s just my eyes playing tricks on me since both use the same restoration, but for whatever reason I found the French Blu-ray a teeny bit better. Who knows? Then I did the same for The Umbrellas of Cherbourg and those do look identical to me.
Today, I shall do a jog at some point, I shall eat at some point, but before those points I have a work session at like nine o’clock or something. Yikes. I hope I’m functioning. I’ll hopefully pick up some packages, then I have an afternoon meeting – after that, I’m relaxing and I don’t care who knows it.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, have a work session, do a jog, eat, hopefully pick up some packages, have an afternoon meeting and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Friday – what is currently in your CD player and your DVD/Blu and Ray player? I’ll start – CD, who knows anymore, but more Ormandy and Entremont over the weekend. DVD, the Jeremy Irons version of Lolita. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland where I shall sing Where Have All the Flowers Gone whilst dreaming of Haight-Ashbury and flower power.