Well, dear readers, what can we say about Tabonga that hasn’t already been said? How is that for an opening riposte? Where else on all the Internet can you read such an opening sentence as “Well, dear readers, what can we say about Tabonga that hasn’t already been said?” Nowhere, that’s where. Now, what in HELL are we going on about? Well, I’ll tell you, because why should I keep such things from you dear readers, Tabonga-wise. You see, last night I watched a motion picture on Blu and Ray and the name of this motion picture was and is From Hell It Came. It’s quite an accurate description of the motion picture – surely one of the worst motion pictures ever made, produced by the Milner Brothers and co-written by one Milner and directed by the other Milner, although using the word “directed” doesn’t quite describe what’s going on in this motion picture. It runs an interminable seventy minutes. In its opening scene, which takes place on some tropical island somewhere, a tribe of what looked to me like several middle-aged Jews in native garb, have a nice man tied to four posts in the ground. They think he is evil because he trusted the white doctors, when I was, in fact, the tribal doctor that caused whatever the problem was. This scene goes on for quite some time and then they plunge a dagger into his heart after his wife lies and says he did do what is being alleged. She says that because she’s having an affair with one of the middle-aged Jews, the head guy. This, of course, is a shocking opening for a motion picture. Then we meet the white folks who, of course, are only trying to help the islanders and whatever plague they that they’re trying to rid themselves of. This scene goes on even longer than the first scene and I believe the dialogue contained not a single coherent sentence. In any case, they’ve buried the stabbed guy in a wooden box put into a deep hole in the ground. Well, suddenly there’s a little tree stump there. Odd. And that little tree stump grows very quickly into a horrifying tree monster whose nam is – wait for it – Tabonga. This tree monster is revenging the gentleman who was killed – we know this, because the tree monster has that same knife that the killed man had. Then we have what appears to be a blonde woman who speaks with a cockney accent. She’s the comedy relief. The tree monster (SPOILER ALERT) is really a man in a tree monster outfit. This Topanga – sorry, Tabonga – monster lumbers along very slowly, which means the people who are trying to escape from it must first stand there so it can get closer and then they must run really slowly. Tabonga likes to drop its victims in quicksand, which really gives the victims a sinking feeling. In the end, Tabonga is killed by the white people with big guns, and the middle-aged Jew natives realize that it was the tribe’s witch doctor that was really to blame, and everyone lives happily after and the cockney lady gets the film’s final line, which I’m quite sure was supposed to be amusing. The quality of the Blu-ray transfer is commensurate with the film’s quality, i.e. non-existent. I have no idea what possessed me to come into possession of this Blu-ray but I’m sure it had something to do with Tabonga, which, spelled backwards is, of course, Agnobat. This was a terrifying motion picture on many levels, none of them intended.
And there you have the Tabonga information you needed on this fine Sunday, which also happens to be Father’s Day. So, for all you fathers out there in the dark, happy Father’s Day, and that includes me, of course, since I am the father of the Darling Daughter. Otherwise, I’m sitting here like so much fish, relaxing, resting my voice, as I have been all day, and listening to Ormandy do Beethoven’s seventh symphony, which is probably the symphony I can actually listen to, especially its famous second movement.
Yesterday was a day of rest. I got nine hours of sleep, answered e-mails, had a telephonic conversation, picked up a package, had a Stanley’s Chinese chicken salad, uploaded the two tracks that I re-recorded, suggested a couple of lyric fixes that our lyricist agreed with – really minor things just to make a couple of lines sing better – and then I watched From Hell It Came and let me tell you from hell it came. After that, I made a couple of tortilla things with cheese and guacamole as my evening snack. I’m all out of Atkins sweets, so no sweets for me. So, that was basically the day and evening as I lived it.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll do whatever needs doing, which won’t be much, I’ll relax, rest my voice, have a Father’s Day meal – perhaps I’ll even go somewhere to have it – and then I have a few movies I can watch. If my voice is feeling pretty much back to what it should be, I may sing through a few songs but not the entire score, just to make sure the piano level is good but not overpowering.
Tomorrow will be exactly the same, as will Tuesday right up until our cast arrives and we finally have this private reading. I hope Tabonga doesn’t show up. Then the rest of the week is choosing the final songs for the Kritzerland show and getting that all in order. And I do believe there’s a chance that the Tonight’s the Night Blu-rays will be in, but not the CDs. But at least we can get the single Blu orders and Indiegogo campaign copies out, then we should have the CDs soon thereafter along with the sheet music books. It will be nice to get all this Indiegogo stuff over and done with.
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, relax, rest my voice, eat, and then watch, listen, and relax. 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, where I shall hopefully not dream about that horrifying tree monster named Tabonga.