Well, dear readers, this week is flying by, like a gazelle singing Baby, It’s Cold Outside to a gnu. And they don’t care who has a damn problem with it. And I, BK, am sitting here like so much fish trying to get through the days without jumping out the nearest window. Of course, the nearest window is the kitchen window to my right and jumping out of that would simply put me in my driveway, so a lot of good THAT would do. I am listening to music, so that calms me a bit unless the music is edgy – if the music is edgy then I begin to get agitated and that usually means I find whatever food I may not have eaten and I stuff it down my gaping maw. You know, I have no real idea what the HELL I’m talking about, and I’m jiggy with that.
Yesterday was a day I survived without a huge amount of drama, so that was nice. I survived the morning by sleeping until twelve-thirty – nine hours of blessed sleep, after arising at eight-thirty for thirty minutes, but then going right back to bed. Once up, I answered e-mails, had a telephonic conversation, figured out how many young folks I currently have for the Kritzerland show and started thinking about songs we might do. I recently heard a corker of a number from the flop show, Ben Franklin in Paris and if I find a talented boy I’ll let him do it – called Half the Battle.
Then I decided to have a nice meal, so off to Jerry’s Deli I went. The lunch crowd was pretty much gone, so it was just me and a few other patrons including the ubiquitous Jon Voight, who’s there quite often. I had their Philly cheesesteak sandwich and onion rings – hadn’t had that in some time and it was great. Then I went and picked up some packages – screeners, including Mary Poppins Returns so that’s on the pile for later this evening, hopefully. I came home, laid low, listened to music and did some work on the computer and laid low some more. Then I had to go back to the mail place because the other package I was expecting arrived – some undergarments – one cannot have enough undergarments. I came right back home and sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched the first seventy minutes of a motion picture entitled First Man, a terrible title, if you ask me – it’s about Neil Armstrong. It’s a total slog so far, but maybe it perks up in the next ninety minutes – yes, it’s quite long. I just find Ryan Gosling an enigma as an actor, and the woman who plays his wife. Claire Foy, is yet another Brit that gets cast as an American – I guess there aren’t enough really good American actresses who can play such a role. Sure. Scenes play out with shaky camera direction that I find inept. In the seventy minutes I’ve watched you could, without blinking, cut out ten minutes easily, ten minutes no one would miss at all. I find this director a bit of a sham. I didn’t love Whiplash and I really didn’t love La La Land. The music, thus far, consists of three or four repeated chords with some plunking on top of them – I suppose that the composer would say that’s a melody but it isn’t and it serves absolutely no dramatic purpose whatsoever. I’ll slog it out to the end, thought. I also got Black Panther in the mail, as well as a code for streaming all the Warner Bros. films, including the new Clint Eastwood film, although we can’t watch it until the fourteenth.
Then I listened to more music and that was yesterday.
Today, I’ll arise when I arise, and then I will continue laying low and try to have an uneventful day, although I’m not sure I’ll escape the drama that is bubbling to a boil. I’ll eat something fun, I’ll hopefully pick up some packages, then in the early evening I’ll do our radio show with Donald Feltham to promote A Carol Christmas and our new cast album. I haven’t done one in over two years, I think. Then I’ll finish First Man and probably dive into Mary Poppins Returns.
The rest of the week is laying low, meetings and meals, then we resume performances of A Carol Christmas. And if I survive until then, I’ll probably attend our Saturday evening show, which also happens to be my birthday. We shall see how that all goes.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, arise when I arise, lay low, do some more work on the Kritzerland show, hopefully avoid drama as best as possible, eat, hopefully pick up packages, do a radio show, then relax. Today’s topic of discussion: Where were you and what were you doing when the moon landing occurred? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, where I shall also lay low.