Well, dear readers, I am sitting here like so much fish, listening to Darius Milhaud’s still astonishing piece, La Creation du Monde, this performance conducted by Celibidache and recorded live (he refuses to record in a studio). This conductor is apparently a legend, but this is simply not a great performance of this work. I love the Charles Munch version and even the Bernard Herrmann version, slow as it is, has its moments – but I really don’t think anything tops the Munch, frankly, both performance and sonics-wise. I’m very tired from only about two or three hours of sleep but that shan’t stop me from writing notes with high energy and middling effect. Let me begin by saying we had us a really excellent performance of the show tonight – small audience (but NOT as small as I was told), but boy did they love the show and laugh and whoop it up for the curtain call. There are a handful of things that have gotten a little sloppy, so I’ll fix those up before we resume performances next Friday. So, I’m glad I decided to go. After the show, I came right home. I hadn’t eaten since nine in the morning and then I only had bacon and eggs, so I ordered some tacos from Jack in the Box along with some onion rings. The arrived pretty quickly and I ate all of that up and only hope I don’t regret it later. I’m popping a few Pepcids just to make sure. And now, Celibidache is doing Milhaud’s stunning concerto from marimba and orchestra, whose second movement is one of my most favorite pieces ever. I can’t go into details, but we’ll have a pretty spectacular Milhaud release coming soon.
Yesterday was fine, save for the lack of sleep. I have very bad ABS (Active Brain Syndrome) last night – I have this idea for a comedy play that I’m thinking about writing. I got the bones of the idea probably thirty years ago but because it would be a farce, I was scared to write it in the same way I was initially scared of writing a mystery novel. Well, silly to be scared of anything. I want to write something with a lot of physical comedy and slapstick, because I love that kind of thing and I especially love staging that kind of thing. I have the setting, I have the cast, and I have some basics, but my mind is working overtime. I was up at eight and out of the house by nine and to Art’s Deli by nine-ten. I had the aforementioned bacon and eggs, and they were fine. What wasn’t fine is that their already outrageous prices have gone UP – bacon and eggs is now twenty-one bucks, which is simply madness. So, I shan’t be going to Art’s anymore. After that, I went to the mail place and picked up nothing, then drove home. As I drove by the car wash, I saw it wasn’t crowded, so I pulled in and gave the motor car her first wash since I took ownership. Their “Best of the Best” wash is thirty-nine bucks, but it was only twenty-nine yesterday, so that was good. Last time I was there was pre-pandemic and had their very expensive hand wax and detail thing – at that time it was $175. That same thing is now $240. That’s just too much damn money. Anyway, the motor car now gleams and glistens, not necessarily in that order.
Then I watched a three-episode Netflix crime documentary called The Puppet Master: Hunting the Ultimate Conman. It’s an interesting story, told with the usual dramatizations that are the be-all and end-all of these things. It’s a frustrating show because all the women who were duped by this jerk were not strong enough to either walk away or just question the BS he was slinging about. The best part is the catching of him and him being sentenced to life in prison. The worst part is a few years later having an appeals court overturn the conviction on some wording technicality and he’s out of jail and instantly preying on others. Hopefully, the documentary will be seen by enough people to end his BS. Then I got ready, after which I moseyed on over to the theater and saw our show. I knew a few people in attendance. The rest you know. Well, I didn’t mention the utter piece of dog snot who almost plowed into the new motor car. I was heading north in the right lane and this big idiot white SUV was next to me, realized he was in the wrong lane to get on the southbound 101 freeway and literally just swerved right toward my car. Luckily, my reflexes were sharp, and I swerved away from him and honked at the same time, zooming ahead of him and honking a few more times. And the moron in the car looked at me like I’D done something. I hate those kinds of people and I wish him only the karma he deserves.
Today, I’ll be up by eleven or thereabouts, I’ll shave and shower and then mosey on over to the theater for our matinee and talkback. After that, I’ll be having a fine dining experience with Robert Yacko, so that will be nice. Then I’ll come home and watch, listen, and relax.
This coming week will be getting the book elements to the publisher and that best happen this morning or I will have to raise a ruckus of some sort, figuring out our next release, working on the project with David Wechter, and getting our replacement actress ready for her first performance in the new track, which happens on Saturday.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by eleven, shave and shower, see our matinee, have the talkback, have a fine dining experience, 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, happy to have had the fast reflexes as regards The Jerk in the SUV.