Well, dear readers, I would be remiss in saying that yesterday was one weird Sunday, oh, yes, I would be remiss in saying that. I wonder if I could be remister in saying that, what with gender equality and all that. I personally identify as a mis-gender rather than a cis-gender and I identify as a old Jew. I both binary and non-binary, not necessarily in that order. I am not a transgender, at least that I know about. I also have no clew as to what the HELL I’m talking about. Oh, yes, one weird Sunday. So, here’s what was weird about it.
I fell asleep around three-thirty and had set the alarm for ten-thirty, seven hours of sleep. But I woke up about eight due to overactive brain syndrome, thinking this and thinking that. So, I got up and wrote a few things down, then went back to bed around eight-thirty. But my neighbors to the south were being very boisterous so I didn’t fall back asleep at all until the alarm went off at ten-thirty. Then I got up again and at eleven had a telephonic conversation and did fixes to the latest chart. Then I did some work on the computer and after a while I got the track to listen to, which was really good, but I asked for a simpler orchestration on the first part of the first and third verses. Then at around noon I got back in bed and eventually fell asleep around one-thirty, and arising again at three. It was then too late for a jog so I made a show order, which I think is pretty good. Then at 4:45 Leslie Young and her two daughters arrived and we went and celebrated daughter Alexa’s getting her braces off – I know she was thrilled to have that finally happen.
We went to Maria’s Kitchen and had some Eyetalian food. The girls split some penne with sausage and peppers and a Caesar salad. Mom had spaghetti with meat sauce and I had the penne with sausage and peppers and the side Caesar salad. It was all fine, but I could not eat more than half of the meal because I think my tummy has begun to shrink a bit. The girls and mom shared a Tiramisu for dessert. I was very good and had not one bite of it nor did I have any bread. In fact, I haven’t had bread since Wednesday evening, which is saying something, the something being that I haven’t had bread since Wednesday evening. In the restaurant, I identified with the sausage gender rather than the Caesar gender. We all had fun.
Then I came home and answered some e-mails and pondered doing an evening jog. After about an hour of pondering I just girded Ye Olde Loins and did the damn thing. Now, I’ve been trying to puzzle out this final song that I wasn’t sure I wanted or needed to write. I’d come up with a four-line beginning to an opening verse the other day and I liked that. So, as I jogged I began to think about it and about halfway through I came up with the remaining lines for the verse. I was petrified I’d forget them and they were pretty good so I just kept repeating them over and over and over again. Then with a half-mile to go the main idea of the song proper came to me along with a pretty good title, so I began thinking of lines for that first verse so I really had to just keep repeating and repeating. When I finally got home (going faster than I usually do) I immediately typed them into the computer and remembered (thankfully) everything. I had no tune in mind and couldn’t even imagine a tune, other than I knew I didn’t want anything sappy, which is the danger with this particular song. Sappy doesn’t work in this show – at all. Then I sat on my couch like so much tired fish and finished the rest of my meal, which I’d brought home with me, whilst I zoned out with a motion picture on the Flix of Net.
Last night, I zoned out with a motion picture on the Flix of Net, entitled Night Fare, a very peculiar film that was so peculiar I kept watching it. Thankfully it only ran about seventy-four minutes sans credits. Spoilers ahead. It seemed to be about two unlikeable guys – one who’d been away for a couple of years – the other had started seeing the other’s gal and so there’s all that stuff. It was very hard to understand because it seemed to be a French motion picture in which most of the actors spoke English with a halting French accent. But they also spoke French and those things were not subtitled so I turned on the closed captions so I could understand what was being said. In any case, they try to still a taxi driver and thus begins the real story. The taxi driver from hell begins to follow them, torment them, and they keep running from the omnipresent weird taxi driver. Then they go to a house of thugs and drug dealers – one of our guys owes them money, lies, and says the taxi driver stole it. The taxi driver is there, downstairs, so one of the thugs goes to confront him and of course is very dead very quickly and very violently. Then the taxi driver goes upstairs and literally kills all those terrible people, while our guys escape, but not for long.
Now prior to that big killing scene, our guys were accosted by the cops, with the taxi driver looking on. These cops are bad cops and they are the ones who took the money. When they see our guys on the run from the killing spree they just automatically assume they did it and violently cuff them. The taxi driver gets out of his taxi and kills all the bad cops. At this point I began to see where this was all going. The taxi driver wasn’t a bad guy, he was an avenger. That turned out to be the correct guess. Since the 1500s people who lost their way and took the wrong path end up being taken and jailed and taught the right and wrong way and throughout that history while locked up they read the journal from the previous bad buy turned avenger. So, that was the gimmick and you get all that in the last seven minutes of the film and our guy then becomes the avenger, while the previous avenger is now free to live his life. It was very violent at times, but kind of enjoyable in its weird way.
After that, I had a telephonic conversation, then instead of starting to write these here notes, I went to the piano and came up with a tune for the new song, not the intro verse but the one verse of the song I’d written. And of course that tune was sappy, exactly what I knew I didn’t want. So, just as I was about to go back to the computer, I came up with a little vamp that I liked, a lilting rhythm with no sap, and I worked for about forty minutes on it, then recorded it, and I’m kind of liking it right now. It’s got a pulse and it’s sweet and fun but not sappy. So, now I’ll try to write the second verse, bridge, and final verse.
Today, I’ll start writing the Kritzerland commentary, I’ll work on the song, I’ll do some banking, I’ll eat something light, I’ll jog, and then I have a three o’clock meeting here in the home environment. After that, I’ll see about something called relaxing.
Tomorrow is more of the same and then a dinner with Kay Cole. And either tomorrow or Wednesday is the work session for the Kritzerland show and the filming of my hands playing all the remaining songs that need charts and tracks. Our goal is to be finished by June 15, just prior to a private reading we’re going to have. The rest of the week is meetings and meals and jogging and writing.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, write commentary, work on the song, bank, hopefully pick up some packages, eat, jog, have a meeting, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What of today’s clichés, like all this “I identify as” and “mansplaining” and all that other crap are the ones that really rub you the wrong way, all the PC malarkey going around. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to identify as BK-gender, which is its very own thing.