Well, dear readers, I am sitting here like so much fish as we begin the fourth of July weekend, listening to a fistful of Farrell, Eileen to be exact. This box set is giving much pleasure. Here album of Puccini arias is brilliant, as was her album Verdi arias, as was her Christmas album, as was her piano/vocal recital, as was her sections of Handel’s Messiah, as is her second pop-styled album with Luther Henderson and his orchestra. I don’t love Mr. Henderson’s arrangements – they’re okay – but he’s no Nelson Riddle or Billy May. I’m looking forward to her albums with Percy Faith and Andre Previn. Much more music to hear in this set and it’s making me happy. Then I’ll have to try and figure out what box has her newer recordings, especially those with Robert Farnon. Otherwise, I watched no motion pictures at all because I never had the time or inclination, not necessarily in that order. Well, as luck would have it, I just found one of the Farrell albums with Farnon – It’s Over – so, I’ll listen to that, and I think I know which box the others are in. I have about seven of these later albums. I didn’t get to bed until five in the morning, thanks to YouTube and some wacky scamming the scammer videos, which are addictive and not exactly short. I shan’t make the same mistake this evening. Now playing, Beethoven’s Missa Solemnis (The Solemn Mrs.) with Leonard Bernstein conducting. Don’t love the music itself but the performance and sound are spectacular. Of course, that reminds me of the story of The Randy Vicar and the Solemn Missus – that one’s a corker. And, of course, that Randy Vicar story reminds me of the island of Bimini for reasons that are unknown to me, since I don’t know what the HELL the island of Bimini is. I do know it’s in the Bahamas, but only because I looked it up. I’ve decided that Mr. Beethoven was a declamatory composer, just as these here notes are declamatory notes. Is that six degrees of Beethoven?
Yesterday was certainly a Friday, I think we can say that much. I got up at noon-thirty after seven-and-a-half hours of sleep. Once up, I answered e-mails, had telephonic conversations aplenty, did stuff on the computer, found out a second performer can’t do the Kritzerland show – that one wasn’t a sure thing anyway, but I’ve already gotten someone else, so that one’s covered. Then I shaved and showered, then moseyed on over to the mail place and picked up a pair of sneakers I ordered on Amazon. I ordered size 10, they sent size 11 1/2. Close, but no cigar. So, back they’re going. They have this try free for a week thing, so I was not charged and now I won’t be. I think perhaps I’ll try buying sneakers in a store, maybe even today.
Then I moseyed on over to Vitello’s, where Robert Yacko and I supped an early supper. How nice it was not to be stuck with the Keto restrictions – I had spaghetti and meatballs – not a huge portion either – around seven hundred calories, maybe even a bit less, and I had garlic bread with it – all excellent and probably netted out at 1100 calories. We had nice yakking and I gave him his Tonight’s the Night Blu and Ray.
Then I went director to the home environment of Doug Haverty and gave him some Blu-rays, including one for daughter Hartley Powers. I took possession of the sheet music books, too, so as soon as we get the damn CDs all will be well, Indiegogo-wise. We chatted for about thirty minutes, then I came home, where I began listening to Miss Farrell weave her magic. The rest you know.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll do whatever needs doing, I thought I might have to drive out to the storage place, but I’m not going to, so I’ll just listen to music, putter around the home environment, hopefully pick up some packages, eat, maybe take a drive to Hollywood – if I decide on the latter then food might just have to be Astro Burger (haven’t had one in a year-and-a-half, or maybe even Genghis Cohen. Oh, the possibilities. And then I’ll definitely watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow will be more of the same and, of course, it’s the fourth of July, so we’ll have our little haineshisway.com celebration with NO FIREWORKS or loud noises that are so disturbing to humans and pets – the morons who insist on setting off illegal fireworks are disgusting and childish and I’m sure we’ll be hearing plenty of it. Hard to believe that a year ago at this time we were all locked down.
Next week is Kritzerland show stuff – it’s all coming together nicely now as long as I can replace the performer who got a TV gig. So, I’m pondering that. I’ll have some meetings and meals, too.
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, I shan’t drive to the storage place, I might take a drive to the Wood of Holly and eat down that way, and then I’ll watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: Who were your favorite male and female singers when you were growing up, as well as your favorite groups? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, as we put a period on these here declamatory notes in the style of Beethoven.