Well, dear readers, may I just say that making these piano tracks is a pain in my ASS? Well, I just said it so I guess I may. Let me repeat for the cheap seats: Making these piano tracks is a pain my ASS. I gotta tell you. First of all, I hadn’t really played any of this stuff in a year. Second of all, getting it back in my fingers has also been a pain in my ASS. And then trying to make a track with no mistakes is, yes, a pain in my ASS. I think I had twenty goes at one of the songs. And invariably, the screw-up was right at the end. It is so annoying and if I had some Post Toasties here, I’d become a cereal killer. But I’m getting through them, although I still have at least five to go and I’ve saved some of the crazy ones for last. Otherwise, I am sitting here like so much fish, listening to another Gounod opera, this one called Le Tribut de Zamora. It was his final opera and quite popular with the populace during its initial productions, then pretty much disappeared and never had a recording until three years ago, courtesy of that label that does the fancy book-style packaging of their operas. Well, it’s delightful to hear, beautifully orchestrated, packed with melody, and the performances and band are great, as is the sound. Really enjoying it. I just love this series. There are still many I don’t have. Prior to that, I watched The Gauntlet, since I’ve been in Clint mode for a few days. It’s really poorly written, I must say, but then suddenly you’ll get a truly laugh-out-loud line out of nowhere – it happens a lot. Clint and Sondra Locke are great together, but the story is unrelentingly inane and gets inaner as the film goes along. And guess what? It didn’t matter – the film was a huge hit. The fact that it becomes so repetitive didn’t matter to audiences back then, but watching it now is a bit of a slog. It does have some fun stuff; I just wish it had more.
There has been some discussion of late on our fancy-shmancy discussion board about The Randy Vicar stories. I have taken note of said discussion, oh, yes, I have taken note C#). I can’t remember the exact date The Randy Vicar made his first appearance here at haineshisway.com, but it was quite some time ago. Well, the handy-dandy search button in our archives reveals that the first mention of The Randy Vicar and his various tales was on January 6, 2002, so he’s been around here almost from the very beginning. But now? Now we have cancel culture, that bunch of horse manure that is strictly a product of the Internet and Facebook and other social media warriors. And these twits are trying to cancel the damn Randy Vicar because they are triggered by such stories as The Randy Vicar and the Disappearing Mouse, The Randy Vicar and the Spicy Sausage, and The Randy Vicar and the Hidden Tunnel. Yes, these little darlings are triggered I tell you, by the very mention of The Randy Vicar but I will not stand for the cancel culture wreaking its havoc on The Randy Vicar. I will fight, I will stand firm, I will sing songs from Whoop-Up in the face of this nonsense. We will not shy away from The Randy Vicar stories – we will not be censored or yelled at or preached to. In fact, listen up twits – I, BK, am cancelling the cancel culture. What do you think of THAT, twits? I’m also cancelling my landline telephone, but that’s a good thing and long overdue. In closing, shall we now hear the story of The Randy Vicar and the Ding Dong?
Yesterday was, I think, a Monday. I got eight hours of necessary sleep, got up, answered e-mails, made the first of the three tracks I did yesterday – and thankfully, the first one I got in one take, so that was good. I picked up some packages, came home, ordered a chicken Caesar salad from Stanley’s, ate it all up after its arrival, then made the other two tracks, which took way too long and was a pain in my ASS. I had a brief visit from Grant Geissman and also saw daughter Greer Geissman, who has given up on her attempt at Keto because it didn’t make her feel good. I’m about to join her in a few weeks, I think. I’ll switch back to counting calories and low-fat grams. That’s much easier for me. Then I had some telephonic conversations.
After that, I watched The Gauntlet. Then I did a quick Ralph’s run and picked up a few things, came home, had a little snack of salami and cheese and a half a pickle, which was satisfying and satisfactory, not necessarily in that order. Then I began listening to Gounod’s Le Tribut de Zamora, which is still playing as I write these here notes.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll do whatever needs doing, I’ll hopefully pick up some packages, I’ll eat, and then we have our second rehearsal for two hours. We have a lot of work to do and it’s my intention to do it and begin running the play straight through as many times as we can. That’s the only way everyone will be ready. After that, I’ll come home and watch, listen, and relax.
The rest of the week is more of the same – finishing the tracks, rehearsing, doing a tech on Friday night without the cast, and doing whatever else needs doing and there’s a lot of it.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up when I’m up, do whatever needs doing, hopefully pick up some packages, eat, rehearse, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What do you think of this cancel culture malarkey, which Internet warriors seem almost gleeful to take part in, like a mob with torches? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, wishing the making of the tracks was easier and not such a pain in my ASS.