Well, dear readers, what is with the resurgence of BIG glasses, as in eyeglasses that were all the rage in 1977 – you know, those humungous things people wore back then? After years of the little teeny-tiny frames, square-ish, suddenly the monstrosities have returned, and everyone has bought them and thinks they look good in them. How does this happen? How do these stupid trends return forty-something years later? Who brought it back? Obviously, some celeb or well-known person or TV show thing must have had it – these things just don’t “happen.” Can someone explain it to me please, because I am baffled, you see. This has just happened this year. I need answers. I need clarity. And I’m not getting clarity from those big glasses frames. Everything old is new again, I’m afraid. And no, I will not be taking part in this stupid trend. I didn’t take part in it in 1977 either. I gotta tell you. Otherwise, I’m sitting her like so much fish, listening to the likes of Schubert and Brahms and Beethoven (the three B’s, except for the S) as conducted by Bruno with a B. I’m on the last of the Bruno Walter mono recordings. His first stereo recording was the Mahler second symphony, so that’s up next. I just heard it the other day and I’m curious to see if this is a new master or the same – the one from the other day was spectacular, so perhaps it’s the same. But enough about Bruno with a B – there’s another B waiting to be heard from and that B is ME.
Yesterday was a wacky little day. Up at six after two-and-half-hours of sleep. Back in bed by eight, back asleep by nine-thirty, asleep until one – so, around six hours of sleep. Then I had to rush and get stuff done before our Zoom rehearsals. Several telephonic conversations, a bunch of e-mails to deal with and little fires to be put out, and then a quick run to the mail place to pick up a few things, including a little The Faculty residual, enough to by a couple of nice meals. I came right home, shaved, and made it just in time for the 3:00 Zoom rehearsal. First up was Kerry O’Malley, but that one went very quickly, since the duet was already rehearsed, and we’d Zoomed earlier in the week for another. So, we only had to run one song.
Next up was Robert Yacko and we ran his three songs, ascertained that the key for one of them was just a bit too low, so I got him a new track a step higher. All three songs (well, more – two are put-togethers) are really good for him. Then came Adrienne Stiefel, and we decided on one song getting raised a half-step, so I got here that new track and she’s all set to go. What a voice she has. Then I had a thirty-minute break and in that time I worked with Richard Allen on the ensemble vocals, getting them all mixed into the track and making sure everything fit and that all cut-offs and entrances were perfect, which they now are.
Then at five, Sami Staitman ran her two songs and they’re fine. I trimmed the ride out on one of them, as it went on forever, and then got her the redone track. So, they’re all set now and that’s one less thing to worry about. We’re still missing one ensemble person – they were all supposed to have their stuff in two days ago, but alas, one person couldn’t do it until last night and the fact is I still don’t have it. Hopefully, at some point before going to bed I’ll have his stuff.
Then I was starving and feeling light-headed, so I went to Postmates, but the site was completely screwed up and not working properly. So, I ran to the bank and used the ATM, then came home. About fifteen minutes later, the Postmates site was working again and even though I’d wanted Casa Vega, that jernt had closed while the site was down. So, instead I ordered that excellent chicken sandwich I had the other day, along with a tiny side of mac-and-cheese. It arrived thirty minutes later, and I tore into that sandwich like nobody’s business and it was every bit as good as it was the other day. The mac-and-cheese wasn’t so great, but the fries were – they don’t give you many, just the right amount. Then I finally sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I finished watching The Pink Panther. It’s actually quite a fun film – great cast, beautifully directed and photographed, classic score by Henry Mancini, and the birth of Inspector Clouseau. Peter Sellers is truly hilarious in the film, but David Niven is charming, Capucine and Claudia Cardinale (the three C’s) are stunning AND funny, and nobody shoots comedy in scope like Blake Edwards. Aside from the image being stupidly squeezed, the eight-year-old transfer holds up pretty well – very sharp, stunning color, and clean. Some idiots online complained that early on there were “fluctuations” and some dirt and marks. They are, of course, talking about the main titles and you’d think they’d understand that they were ANIMATED and the fluctuations have always been there, as has the little dirt bits. Anyway, it was fun to see it again.
After that, I listened to music, kept on the fellow who hasn’t gotten his stuff to us yet, and relaxed to the strains of Brahms.
Today, I’ll get up when I get up, I’ll do whatever needs doing and there will be a bit of Kritzerland show stuff to do – shouldn’t take more than an hour. Otherwise, I’ll hopefully pick up some packages, I’ll try for Casa Vega – just a taco and enchilada, I think, and then I can just watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow is more of the same, and then next week is a very busy Kritzerland show week, with much to do, but other thins I need to catch upon. Thins? What am I, Desi Arnaz all of a sudden? Things.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, get up when I get up, do whatever needs doing, do Kritzerland show stuff, hopefully pick up packages, eat, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite films of Peter Sellers and David Niven, as well as Mr. Blake Edwards? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, where I shall ponder the return of the big glasses.