Well, dear readers, this week is flying by, like a gazelle wearing a mustard plaster. Does anyone still wear a mustard plaster? And just what the HELL is a mustard plaster anyway? Ah – a mustard plaster is a poultice of
mustard seed powder spread inside a protective dressing and applied to the body to stimulate healing. I don’t know about you, dear readers, but I don’t like the sound of a mustard plaster. And if there’s a mustard plaster is there also a ketchup plaster? Or a mayo plaster? And what kind of protective dressing? Thousand Island? Bleu Cheese? Ranch? And what the HELL is a poultice? And perhaps some kind soul somewhere can tell me what the HELL I’m talking about? Don’t I have notes to write? I do and I shall, not necessarily in that order.
Yesterday was an interesting day for reasons I can no longer remember. I actually got no sleep at all, tossing and turning, my body probably in withdrawal from no Ny-Quil – I finally fell asleep at eight in the morning for two hours. Once up I was in a foggy state (California) and barely able to see where I was going. But I got to the computer, where I answered some e-mails, printed out some orders (Two for the Road is selling very well – people just love the movie and therefore love the Henry Mancini music and therefore must have our new CD). At eleven-thirty, Kay Cole and her ever-lovin’ Michael Lamont came by and picked me up (not literally) and off we went to do a Costco run for her release party. We bought big things of shrimp, pinwheel things, sandwiches on croissants, and cookies. It all went very quickly and I was back at the house in less than forty-five minutes.
Once here I ate a healthy snack of low-cal, low-fat cherry chip ice cream and some Milk Duds. I gotta tell you. Then I got the notice that my new novel is on the way to the printers for printing and I should have my proof copies pretty soon, and then I’ll place the order. I’m very excited for people to read this one. I also began to think about the audio book we’ve done and the amount of work left to do in re-recording fixes (and I’m only to the end of chapter one in terms of doing the fixes notes), and I’m beginning to have some thoughts about how I want to proceed with it, which I’m not quite ready to share.
I had a brief visit with a filmmaker pal of mine, then it was time to get ready for the CD party launch. I got to the Colony Theatre at five-thirty, we set up the sound, Kay ran her songs, and then I took a walk with the helper, who was helping with the party. We came back, and people were already arriving. All in all we had about seventy-five folks in attendance. I knew lots o’ folks – the ubiquitous Barry Pearl was there, Adryan Russ and her ever-lovin’ Dale, our very own Jason Graae, John Holly, who’s the general manager of the new musical I’ll be directing, occasional dear reader Leslie Young and her daughters Alexa and Mia, Kerry O’Malley, Jean Louisa Kelly, Lanny Meyers, Corky Hale, director Arthur Alan Seidelman, and Kay had lots of her pals there and people she’s worked with. Everyone ate and drank and then at around seven-forty Kay sang three songs from the CD – her opener, In My Life, then One Boy/You Are for Loving, and, of course, What I Did for Love. Everyone loved her and John Boswell was at the piano.
Then there was more schmoozing and eating and drinking and jollity and frivolity and alcoholity, then about an hour and fifteen minutes later, she sang Can’t Help Lovin’ That Man of Mine and reprised What I Did for Love. Then around nine people began taking their leave and we got everything cleaned up. We actually sold quite a few CDs. Then Barry, Lanny, and I went over to the Coral Café so I could eat some actual food.
I had their yummilicious chicken strips, a few fries, and a small Caesar salad, all excellent. We also had a delightful waitperson – some of the wait people there can be amazingly humorless, but our gal had a great personality and hung out with us. It’s always fun to point out that Barry played Doody in the movie of Grease and so I did. I guessed our waitperson’s name as Heather. It was Katlin, so I was very close – not. She wants to be a filmmaker – studied film at Cal State Northridge, and we all had a lot of fun even though she’d never seen an episode of The Partridge Family or Laverne and Shirley and presumably every other 70s show I did so she didn’t know who the HELL I was – one cannot possibly imagine that she saw my little motion picture, The First Nudie Musical, even though I wrote, directed, and starred in it when I was exactly her age – twenty-seven. Katlin promised she’d stop by and read these here notes and if she has done so, then perhaps she’ll go to our discussion board and join our merry troupe. By the end of ingesting all that food I was quite full. I then came right home. I was hoping we’d have some videos from Sunday’s Kritzerland show but they haven’t arrived yet. I do believe we have all the numbers so hopefully they’ll arrive and I can start getting them posted on the Tube of You.
Today, I know there are things to do but I’m hoping I can get some sleep, then I’ve got to read the new musical I’m directing, make notes on what I feel the flow of the show should be in terms of the sets, and all that director blather that one must do. I’ll eat something light, hopefully pick up some packages, have some telephonic calls and do whatever else needs doing.
The rest of the week is busy – tomorrow Kay and I are doing The Broadway Radio Show right here at haineshisway.com, I have lots of meetings and meals, and then we have our big production meeting for the new musical, where I’ll meet my set and lighting designer, and we’ll discuss who we’re bringing in for auditions. Not sure what’s happening on the weekend, but I may have a show to see.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, read the new musical, finalize my thoughts on the audio book, eat, hopefully pick up packages, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite weird health remedies such as the mustard plaster – the weirder the better. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to have had such a lovely CD release party.