Well, dear readers, I had the Sinatra dream last night. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, I had the Sinatra dream last night. What exactly is the Sinatra dream? I’m not sure but I’ve been having it for probably a decade now – I have no idea why or exactly when it first appeared. But the gist of it is this: I’m at some ceremony at the DGA (I think) and I’m either in there or trying to get in – have no idea what exactly the ceremony is, but afterwards there’s a party and I somehow end up with Mr. Sinatra in a limousine going to an NBC party. We hit it off – he really likes me for reasons I don’t know. We sit together at the party and we’re like old friends. That’s about it. There’s a variation on it where I go to a big party, presumably at his mansion somewhere. Isn’t that weird? And last night there it was again. Go know. I just thought I’d share.
Yesterday was pretty restful, although at one point I got so annoyed that I started yelling and that probably wasn’t such a good idea, but I’m so tired of my voice not being up to snuff – sometimes it seems like it will be and then hours later it seems more hoarse than it was and back and forth like that all day and night. The yelling happened because I nodded off on my couch and must have swallowed wrong and that started about ninety minutes of annoying throat clearing until I could stand no more and started yelling. The good news was that I could hear the yelling so I had some voice. But I’m ready for this to stop. I thought that most of the phlegm had broken up the day before but noooooo, it was crazy yesterday, especially at lunch. Oh, well, I still have five full days until our private reading so I’ll just keep taking my preventatives and taking it easy vocally.
I only got about seven hours of sleep, due to Active Brain Syndrome. The Kritzerland show is almost fully cast – just one more gal will do it, I think, and I’ve already chosen half the songs, so finally moving along. I ate a patty melt and a side salad for the meal o’ the day, picked up no packages, then came home. Once here, I got the tracks for the three transitions in the musical and those were fine, and I got my new ending for the eleven o’clock number and that works better – still not quite right but it’s fine for the reading and then we’ll adjust it. After that, I sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched about an hour of the original Lost Horizon. I always try to love it but I just don’t. Maybe someday it will click with me, who knows? I keep waiting for the songs.
Then I listened to the final version of the new master for our classical release, and that’s great and a HUGE upgrade over the previous CD release and I do mean HUGE. I also found out that that earlier CD release goes for over fifty bucks. I ate some tortillas with butter for my snack and a little ice cream for my soul.
Today, I’ll sleep in, then I’ll go eat a little something, hopefully pick up packages, relax, and then I’m attending an opening night and the after-party.
Tomorrow, she of the Evil Eye will be here so I’ll have to go stuff – I may even try a jog. Then young Peyton Kirkner comes over to do a little rehearsing for the private reading, then we’re supping. Sunday is a ME day, plain and simple, although I may have a little work-through session with Doug Haverty’s daughter, just to make sure she knows the timing of dialogue within songs. Then next week is busy with a Kritzerland work session, our private reading, attending a Sherman Brothers event at the Academy, and meetings and meals.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, sleep in, eat, hopefully pick up packages, and attend an opening night. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Friday – what is currently in your CD player and your DVD/Blu and Ray player? I’ll start – CD, Kritzerland projects. Blu-ray, who knows? Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, where I most likely will not have a repeat performance of The Sinatra Dream.