Well, dear readers, we had us a stumble-through yesterday, and while there was a bit more stumble than usual, it went really well. One just sits there and marvels at those Gershwin tunes and Ira’s lyrics. The wit, the style, the sophistication – George Gershwin was certainly one of the greatest composers of the twentieth century, and not for just his songs, but his classical music and Porgy and Bess. Can you imagine what he might have given us if he hadn’t died at thirty-eight? Our cast is simply splendid and I’d rather have the stumbling on the stumble-through day than at the show, so all that is fine. I gave notes afterwards, we ran a few things, and that was that. I love Gershwin.
Prior to that, I slept only about six hours. She of the Evil Eye arrived and I went and had some breakfast of bacon and eggs. I did some further nitpicking of the script – really minor stuff – and then finally came home.
After the stumble-through, Doug and I went to Casa Vega, where we did not have a pleasant experience. We were seated in a section with no other people, and we were completely ignored – fifteen minutes went by and then we got up and found the manager. I said it was not acceptable to me that fifteen minutes goes by without someone coming to the table. She sat us elsewhere, never apologizing and not really giving a flying Wallenda, which means, quite simply, that I will not be returning to Casa Vega for some time to come. I had a taco and enchilada and they weren’t up to snuff, frankly. We went over the little nitpicks and then I came home.
I waited about an hour, and then I did a three-mile jog, after which I sat on my couch likes so much fish.
Last night, a movie popped up on the Flix of Net entitled Taking Lives, a serial killer movie with Angelina Jolie, Ethan Hawke, and Kiefer Sutherland. The first half-hour or so is interesting, then I realized I’d watched it, searched this here site, and I had, back in 2015, where I said the exact same thing – the first half-hour is interesting. Then it just keeps devolving into utter stupidity, the big twist can be seen coming about ten miles away, and the ending is kind of absurd. Other than that, it passed the time, which is what I needed it to do. Sometimes you just have to pass the damn time.
Before moving on, I must tell you my favorite senile story of all time. I, BK, was on the phone – I can’t even remember who I was talking to. You have the visual, yes? Good. I’m walking around whilst talking and I go to the entertainment room and look at the little thing the phone goes in when not in use. I think to myself, “Myself, where’s the phone?” I look on my work table – not there. I start thinking that she of the Evil Eye has put it somewhere. I look everywhere and cannot find the damn phone. And then I stop and realize, wait you senile old Jew, you’re TALKING on the phone, that’s where the phone is. And there you have it.
Today, I shall hopefully arise after a good night’s beauty sleep. I’ll do a jog, then get ready. After that I’ll relax until it’s time to mosey on over to The Federal for sound check, and then we do our show. I’m sure some of us will go out after.
This week is very busy – casting the Sherman event, casting Kritzerland and figuring out the songs, writing a new set of liner notes, proofing the Ira Gershwin booklet and getting that to the printers, meetings and meals, and like that there.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, relax, do a jog, get ready, relax, have a sound check, and then do a show. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s free-for-all day, the day in which you dear readers get to make with the topics and we all get to post about them. So, let’s have loads of lovely topics and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy just listening to all the Gershwin magic.