Well, dear readers, I am quite tired because I didn’t get to be until four because of an upset stomach, and then I was up at five because it got worse. So, I just popped a few Pepcid and rode it out. The culprit? The rancid egg and onion matzoh I had three bites of. When I took the box back to Gelson’s and made the manager smell it, his reaction was large and instant: STALE! The expiry date wasn’t until December of this year, but he was worried and told me he was going to remove all boxes of that kind of matzoh, which is probably smart. When I said it smelled like it had been sprayed with pesticide, I wasn’t exaggerating.
I did fall back asleep at some point and slept until eleven-thirty and maybe that was six hours of sleep. Once up, I took it easy, answered e-mails, had a long telephonic conversation, listened to music, and my stomach eventually calmed down. I took the matzoh back to Gelson’s and certainly wasn’t going to get anything to eat from there, so I began driving to see where I might stop, but nothing looked or felt good to me, so I just came home and made about four ounces of spaghetti with butter and cheese, and that was decent enough.
I ascertained there was no mail. I got our replacement musical director for the May show all the music and also sent it to our regular guy and he’ll prep the replacement so he’ll be prepared for our work session next week. And finally I sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I finished watching the Twilight Time Blu and Ray of The River’s Edge, which I’d begun watching yesterday. It stars Ray Milland, Anthony Quinn, and Debra Paget, and is a pretty standard programmer that’s not all that interesting. However, it’s a film that is loved by cineastes because the director is someone they consider an auteur, so he can do nothing but make masterpieces – Allan Dwan. But a standard programmer is just that. I enjoyed it because I enjoyed the actors. The script is merely okay, but it’s well directed and photographed, but is hampered by a pretty bad score by one Louis Forbes (with a helping dose of “You’ll Never Know,” which conveniently shows up whenever its necessary). The transfer is very nice, with good clarity and color. It’s only eighty-seven minutes, so moves right along.
Then I went to Gelson’s and got a couple of sweets to cleanse my palate. I came home and cleansed and they were pretty good tasting. Then I relaxed and listened to several Mercury Living Presence CDs, including an interesting one featuring Schoenberg, Webern, and Berg, all three of whom have first names beginning with the letter A. So, I call them the Triple A. I liked the Schoenberg piece best (Five Pieces for Orchestra. The Webern was clever titled Five Pieces for Orchestra – but it should have been titled Five Pieces for Orchestra in four minutes. I didn’t really get it and it was very noisy. The Berg pieces, the cleverly titled Three Pieces for Orchestra and then the Lulu Suite were more interesting – I can’t really say I love them, but if you take them in small doses, they’re texturally interesting. And now I’m listening to Respighi – I’ve never loved these pieces even though I know I should, but these Antal Dorati performances are really great and sound great, so I’m enjoying them. They are: The Birds, Brazilian Impressions, and, of course, The Fountains of Rome and The Pines of Rome.
Today, I guess I can sleep in a bit, then I’ll do some work on the computer and plan our next Kritzerland release and I’m also thinking about the June show – I already have our guest star for that one and want to lock down a good cast soon. I’ll eat, hopefully pick up packages and mail, then I can relax and watch a motion picture, after which I’ll listen to music.
Tomorrow and the weekend are unknown to me – I’ll play it by ear or by nose or maybe even by elbow. I think I may have a meeting at some point but hopefully if I do someone will remind me what it is, when it is, and where it is, not necessarily in that order.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, sleep in a bit, plan our next Kritzerland release, cast the June show and figure out its theme, eat, hopefully pick up packages and mail, relax, watch something, and listen to music. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite films of Mr. Ray Milland and Mr. Anthony Quinn? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, hoping to never again eat matzoh that tastes like it was sprayed with pesticide.