Well, dear readers, this week is flying by, like a gazelle singing the jingle, “You’ll wonder where the yellow went when you brush your teeth with Pepsodent.” Now, how many dear readers could sing that melody immediately? Let’s have a show of hands. Now let’s have a show of feet. Better yet, let’s just see the damn commercial.
There. Did that bring back memories to anyone of a certain age. For example, I am of a certain age and it brought back memories. Does anyone here actually use Pepsodent? What the HELL am I talking about? Don’t I have notes to write? I do and when I’m through with them you will absolutely wonder where the yellow went. I don’t know what that means, but it made me smile.
Yesterday was a day in which I was still way overtired. I did get eight hours of sleep but needed more, and my throat is getting raw because of it – that happens every time I don’t get enough sleep, so send some excellent vibes and xylophones that we bypass the raw throat because who needs it? Actually, who doesn’t need it – who just rang me up on the telephonic device and blatantly said that it didn’t need it. In any case, I was up at nine thanks to the always-thoughtful loud neighbors and the ringing of the telephonic device. Once up, I answered e-mails, did work on the computer, thought about song choices but didn’t really make any except one, and just tried to relax a little. I made a couple of minor finesses to the liner notes, and then I found out the interesting news that Ray Courts, who invented the Hollywood celebrity signing show back in 1991 and who sold it several years ago, only to see the sickening new owners make it into something it had never been – a circus – is back in the game and is bringing his new show to Burbank in September. I haven’t done one of these since his show in Chicago a few years ago, and I would never do one with those “people” who run the other show. But I dropped Ray an e-mail and told him I’d do September if he wanted me and he said okay, so that will be my first show in years and years.
Then I went and had some lunch – a chicken salad sandwich and no fries or onion rings. Then the helper came by to get some invoices, then I picked up two packages, after which I came home. I got word that Won Ton Ton and Centennial Summer will be here this morning, so we’ll get all those on their merry way. I had several long telephonic conversations with a variety of people, and then I finally sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched a motion picture on Netflix entitled It Felt Like Love, a low-budget “Indie” film that I didn’t find all that interesting, mostly because I found the subject matter vile – about a fourteen-year-old girl trying to emulate her randy friend. I don’t think it’s much of a secret that I don’t like those kinds of kids – I didn’t like them when I WAS a kid – but today’s kids, the ones with really bad parenting, are just raising a generation of kids who start this stuff WAY too early. The lead girl is fine, the boys in the film are all gross and disgusting (and while the director, who is female, spares us any nudity from the young girls, she does not spare us three of these gross young men pulling their pants down and showing it all), and it felt endless at its eighty-five or so minutes. I’m not sure what this director’s point was or if this was her story (she wrote it), but I found it just as vile as that Larry Clark movie, Kids, which I actually had to shut off. This one is not highly recommended by the likes of me.
Then I watched Mr. Ormandy conduct La Mer by Debussy – just beautiful, and that was followed by Mr. Ormandy conducting Tchaikovsky’s Violin Concerto, with Itzhak Perlman as soloist. I recognized all the major themes immediately and what a virtuoso work it is and Mr. Perlman was absolutely amazing.
After that, I did some more work on the computer, had some popcorn and little snacks and that was that.
Today, we shall be shipping a LOT of CDs. I’ll eat some lunch, hopefully pick up some packages, choose more songs, and try to relax.
Tomorrow night I think I’m seeing a play at the Colony Theater (I was supposed to see it on Saturday night, but forgot I was seeing something else that night – I really must write everything down now), Friday I have a lunch then I may see a show that evening, Saturday is our pick-up session and then I’m going to see a production of Damn Yankees somewhere. If I don’t see the show on Friday night, I may try to see a matinee on Sunday, but we may have to finish mixing that day. We shall see.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, ship CDs, choose songs, eat, hopefully pick up some packages, and then relax. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you get to ask me or any dear reader any old question you like and we get to give any old answer we like. So, let’s have loads of lovely questions and loads of lovely answers and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland where I shall wonder where the yellow went.