Well, dear readers, I am trying to figure out if this is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius or the twilight of the Age of Anxiety? I don’t know what that means, but I like it. I feel that is profoundly profound as the midnight hour approacheth. I feel that is deeply deep and resonantly resonant. What the HELL am I talking about? But just to put a period on it, the Age of Aquarius is a song from Hair, and the Age of Anxiety is a symphony by Leonard Bernstein after the poem by W.H. Auden. I put them together into the Age of Hair and the result is astonishing, both piquant and prudent. Being prudent requires patience or, as I like to think of it, patience and prudence. Apparently, in this very paragraph I, BK, have gone off the deep end into the Age of Anxious Hair.
Yesterday was a day that went by. I only got about five hours of sleep, got up early, then she of the Evil Eye arrived and I went and had a light breakfast, after which I went to a bookstore and looked around to kill time. Then I came back home. I’d found a bunch of home-grown DVDs that a friend had given me that I’d never got around to watching, so I began with a complete 1956 Ed Sullivan Show that was quite fun. There was a long segment on the revue Cranks from England, starring someone named Anthony Newley. Also they had a segment from Hollywood, the Modern Screen Awards, given out by Louella Parsons, who has to be the oddest woman ever. Winners included Kirk Douglas, Anthony Perkins, Natalie Wood and I can’t remember who all else. Ed also showed home movies from his trip to Japan, where he watched Marlon Brando, Paul Ford, and Glenn Ford do scenes from Teahouse of the August Moon, after which he introduced Paul Ford in the audience. It was fun.
I then did some work on the computer, listened to music, and then it was time to get ready for my evening outing. I moseyed on over to Doug Haverty’s house, and we then all went to the sleepy town of Sierra Madre. We supped first at the only restaurant I’ve been to in the sleepy town of Sierra Madre. The food there is excellent – I had a salad and fish and chips – with great tartar sauce. We hung out there until it was time to get our tickets to the show. For some reason, this theater has the brilliant notion of not opening the box-office until thirty minutes before the show. Not the smartest idea in the world and of course it caused a late start to the show, which was made even later by the ten-minute introduction by the theater’s artistic director. Then we got the show, which ran two hours without intermission. The play, Tuesdays With Morrie, based on the book and film, is about a teacher who is struck with ALS. I can’t say it’s a great play, but its message is human and life-affirming and the artistic director of the Group Rep, Larry Eisenberg, did a terrific job as Morrie. It seemed like half the audience were Group Rep people, and also F. Murray Abraham was there – he and Larry are good pals. Anyway, it was a nice evening out. We came directly home after the show.
Once home, I listened to music, had a Kind dark chocolate/cranberry and nuts bar and relaxed.
Today is, of course, our Annual Oscar Bash, the most fun place to be on Oscar night. Since I don’t have cable or any way to watch it, I do hope we will have our usual pithy red carpet and then Oscarcast commentary so I can live the show with you all as it is happening. I’ll be up by eleven, and then I have to see a matinee of not a Pinter play. I’m told that it’s two hours with the intermission and I’ll come right home afterwards. If the chicken breasts I defrosted yesterday are still edible, that is what I’ll be having for my meal o’ the day. If they aren’t, then I’m not sure what I’ll be doing. Then we’ll have our Oscar bash.
Tomorrow is our first Kritzerland rehearsal and I think there may even be a revue rehearsal right after it, but I’m waiting for confirmation on that. I’m also hopeful that Grant will get the book stuff in. Tuesday I have a meeting, then it’s just more revue rehearsals, our second Kritzerland rehearsal, our stumble-through, our sound check and then show.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, see a matinee, eat, and then have our Annual Oscar Bash right here at haineshisway.com. 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 to be experiencing the Age of Anxious Hair.