Well, dear readers, I was an adventurous chef yesterday. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, I, BK, was an adventurous cook yesterday. It wasn’t a huge adventure but I added something to one of my usual pasta dishes that I’ve never used before and it was fascinatingly fascinating. I made some mostaccioli with red sauce, but to the red sauce I added sautéed onion and mushrooms and then the new item, sweet Eyetalian sausage. Wasn’t that adventurous? I cooked those ingredients to a fare thee well and dumped them into the red sauce, then poured the red sauce over the pasta, then put the saucy pasta on a plate, then put a fork into the saucy pasta, then put the saucy pasta into my hungry gaping maw and soon there was no saucy pasta left. I must say it was quite yummilicious and I’ll perhaps make more later this week, since I have much sweet Eyetalian sausage remaining.
Other than that, I had a rather peacefully peaceful day doing not much of anything. I was up at ten-twenty, but fell back asleep for two additional hours, getting a total of nine-and-a-half hours of lovely sleep, which I needed. Once up, I put out more feelers to more singers, booked one, and so we still need one more guy and at least one more gal, but I’ve begun choosing songs. I did a couple of small errands and whatnot, but mostly worked at the piano and played on the computer, listening to music as well. Then I sat on my couch like so much fish.
Yesterday, I watched a motion picture on Blu and Ray entitled Bananas, starring and directed by Mr. Woody Allen. I quite liked it when it came out and found it quite filled with hilarity. I watched it again when I released the CD soundtrack and still found it quite filled with hilarity, and it was no different yesterday. However, even back in the day I felt the film completely petered out by the end, something that also plagued Take the Money and Run, but, for me, is more pronounced in Bananas. I always felt the same about the opening sequence, which I never found all that funny. But there are so many inspired gags in the film that I forgive it its lapses. This is one of the good MGM/UA transfers – accurate color, nice detail, and looking very nice on this Twilight Time Blu-ray.
Then I went to the computer and watched the first of six episodes of the new Flix of Net documentary Wild Wild Country about the Bhaghwan Rajneesh. It’s quite good thus far and I’m looking forward to the other five episodes, although six hours does seem like overkill, but several of the Netflix documentaries have suffered from going on too long. Back when I was doing my musical Together Again at LACC, my leading lady, a pro brought in, was in her Bhagwan disciple phase and I found it all very off-putting. She literally wore orange or red to every rehearsal and had the necklace that had the Bhagwan’s photo around her neck always. During one performance, it fell out of her prop purse onstage. I couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe that she couldn’t go two hours without having it on her person. Her best pal Lesley Ann Warren was also a disciple and came to see the show, also wearing orange. In fact, that night there was a sea of orange in the audience. I have never and will never understand reasonably intelligent people who do this stuff, follow these people, become part of a thing or cult. I’ll write more as I watch the rest of the episodes.
I also watched an old Frontline episode about Colleen Applegate aka porn star Shauna Grant. What a sad tale that was. Then I took a hot shower and relaxed.
Today, I’ll be up by ten, then I have a noon-thirty meeting at LACC, which will immediately be followed by luncheon with our very own visiting dear reader KevinH. That should be fun. I’ll hopefully get happy word that the book went to the printers and that I’ll have my test copies ASAP, I’ll hopefully finish casting the Kritzerland show, and then I’ll finally be able to relax.
The rest of the week is meetings and meals, pulling all the old Varese titles from storage and making them available in a flash sale, and having a work session for the Kritzerland show, most likely on the weekend, just before we begin our rehearsal week. I hate being this far behind on a show.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, attend a meeting, have a lunch, hopefully pick up packages, hopefully hear the book is at the printers, cast, choose songs, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What are the craziest fads you’ve ever been involved with? Stuff like the Bhagwan or EST or that kind of thing. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, proud that I was an adventurous chef.