Well, dear readers, someone has reminded me that this is a holiday weekend, a long weekend. I suppose that means we all have Monday off, and yet I do not have Monday off as it is the first Kritzerland rehearsal and then after that we’re reading through a play here. So, not exactly a long weekend for me. Now, before I go on, has anyone else noticed that this is the last day of August? How did that happen? What a month it’s been, mostly, for me, consumed with making the Indiegogo campaign a success – I’d like it to go a little further, but won’t do the final, final push until Monday or maybe even Tuesday, but what a puuuuuush it will be as we puuuuuush right into September. And of course it is my fervent hope and prayer that September will be a month filled with health, wealth, happiness, creativity, and all things bright and beautiful.
I gotta tell you, if I thought Thursday was the disappearing day, I don’t know what to call yesterday. I got over ten hours of sleep and didn’t arise until one-thirty in the afternoon. I really needed the sleep, and frankly I could use another night of it. Once up, I answered the plethora or waiting e-mails, had some telephonic conversations, worked at the piano, then at the computer, then I had to figure out sides for the auditions of The Man Who Came to Dinner, and finally I got in the motor car, ascertained there were no packages or mail to pick up, and went to Jerry’s Deli, where I had chicken tenders and a good batch it was.
Once done there, it was already four-thirty, so I came directly home and then it was piano, computer, piano, computer, trying to make some mp3s with my still tired voice – I think today and tomorrow will be vocal rest days for me. At some point I finally sat on my couch and watched most of a motion picture entitled Two Weeks in September, a motion picture starring Brigitte Bardot, and directed by Serge Bourguignon, who directed Sundays and Cybele. Considering the latter is, for me, one of the all-time greats, I’m not sure why this man’s career whent the way it did, which is nowheresville. He made The Reward for Fox – it bombed big and barely was released, and he made this thing and I’m not sure it ever even played the US. It’s beautifully photographed, and I find Miss Bardot an appealing actress, and it was fun to see a young Jean Rochefort in the film, but it just wasn’t interesting at all. I’ve had this Bardot DVD set for ages but only ever watched one film, so I’m watching the others now.
Once done with that, I did a little more piano and computer stuff, and I don’t believe I wrote a single word of liner notes, which I really must do and will do this long weekend.
Today, I’ll sleep in, arise, answer e-mails, and then I’ll buckle down, Winsocki and write two sets of damn liner notes and I shan’t stop until I’ve finished. I’ll rest my voice, too. I’ll hopefully pick up some packages and especially an important envelope, I’ll eat, and then relax and watch Miss Brigitte Bardot, surely one of the most popular sex kittens of the silver screen. It’s fascinating, of course, that that category of actress no longer exists and can’t exist in this brave new world.
Tomorrow, I’m supposed to go to a memorial party of some sort for a gal I knew in college who passed away, but I’m just not sure I’ll be up for that. I also have a meeting and meal to have so it would depend on that, too, when that might happen. Monday, we have our first Kritzerland rehearsal and after it some of our performers are staying to read a play, and being joined by Bill Hayes and Susan Seaforth-Hayes, who’ll be reading, too. That will be fun! Then we have the big final puuuuuuush for the Indiegogo campaign, which ends on Wednesday, I think. We’ll also be announcing the big CD release mid-week, then we have our second Kritzerland rehearsal, and then it’s sound check and show.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, sleep in, arise, write two sets of liner notes, hopefully pick up packages and an important envelope, eat, and then relax. Today’s topic of discussion: Who were your favorite sex kittens of the silver screen? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, as we’re all set to enjoy the long weekend that won’t be so long for the likes of me.