Well, dear readers, some days are strange. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, some days are strange. Yesterday, for example, was strange. I got about nine hours of sleep, but woke up with a weird tummy. I, for one, do not like waking up with a weird tummy. First of all, how did the weird tummy even get into my bed? I don’t recall a weird tummy being there when I went to sleep, and all the doors and windows were locked. Nevertheless (three words in one), I woke up with a weird tummy. Oh, I answered some e-mails and did a spot of work on the computer, but the tummy was so weird that I went back to bed for another hour, not getting up until noon o’clock. It felt a bit better, but I didn’t really feel like going out for my usual early meal and therefore I didn’t. I had an apple and I gathered up the sheet music for most of the songs we’re doing and I began getting them to our singers.
I had some telephonic calls, did some more work on the computer and then I needed to just sit and let my tummy get better, so I did exactly that, sat on my couch like so much fish.
Yesterday, I watched a motion picture on the Flix of Net entitled Assassins, starring Mr. Sylvester Stallone, Mr. Antonio Banderas and Miss Julieanne Moore. It was a piece of 90s cheese, but it was directed by Richard Donner and I enjoy some of his films, and it was written by the brothers Wachowski, who’d go on to write and direct The Matrix. Mr. Banderas seemed to be having a grand time chewing up all the scenery, Stallone was his usual somnambulistic self, and Miss Moore was perky and fun. Losing fifteen minutes from its close to two-hour-and-fifteen-minute running time would have helped matters.
Then Sami and her mom came and we went to Barrel and Ashes. There were no people there at all at six o’clock – the hostess told me it had been really slow lately, so I suspect the hip and entitled of Studio City have moved on and I cannot imagine this jernt will be here in a year. My first meal there had been fine – certainly not the best barbecue but okay. This time I tried their much-lauded “the best damn chicken sandwich you’ll ever have.” Well, no. It’s tiny, it’s fried chicken with some kind of pimento-based sauce and some tasteless cole slaw on it. It was, in fact, not much to my liking. I had the shells and cheese, which, once you add plenty of salt, is pretty okay. Sami ate some of that, too. And I got their much-lauded “Ho Cake” a kind of pancake sizzling with maple butter and chives. I was ready to love it, but I thought it was pretty terrible. Again, not much flavor, not nearly maple syrup enough, and the chives just make it completely weird. I only had two tiny bites of it. Sami and her mom split a big meat platter – brisket and ribs – I think they liked the brisket and thought the ribs were merely okay. I think it’s time to take them to the Kansas City Barbecue, which, for me, is still the best barbecue in town.
After that, we went and taped Donald Feltham’s The Broadway Radio Show. That was lots of fun, and Donald played five full selections from the cast album, so it’s up and running now – give it a listen right here at haineshisway.com – just look over there on the left and click on The Broadway Radio Show. I think sometimes people forget he puts up a new show pretty much every week, and there’s no one better at this stuff, and he’s been doing a hosted Internet radio show longer than anyone – first at the label we don’t like to talk about, back in 2000 and then moving directly here in November of 2001.
Then I came home and got singers their music and relaxed.
Today, I have stuff to do on the computer and I’m trying to finish a song I’ve been working on for the past week – it’s for the new LA musical revue and it’s an interesting song for me to write, since it’s about things I didn’t really do or love, but a totally unique time for LA and the music scene. I’ll eat, I’ll hopefully pick up some packages, and I’ll relax.
Tomorrow we have a pick-up rehearsal – I have to clean up a couple of things, otherwise we’ll just run the show and that will be that. Friday we resume performances. I know we have a decent-sized house already for Friday night, but Saturday and Sunday are still light and we’re trying to fill them up. I’m sure there will be some fun meals ahead, too.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, work on a song, eat, hopefully pick up packages, finish getting singers their music, and 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, hoping I do not wake up with a weird tummy this morning – I’m hoping the weird tummy was a one-night stand.