Well, dear readers, it was another night of three or four hours of sleep, probably due to close encounters of the stress kind – so do send more of those most excellent vibes and xylophones for a little stress release and the arrival of some little or better yet major miracles. I am really overtired and that causes stomach issues and heavy eyelid issues and issues of the third kind. Otherwise, I am sitting here like so much fish, continuing on the Dimitri Mitropoulos journey, now on CD 20 of 69. I should be finished uploading the rest of the CDs by tonight (currently on CD 51). Just finished the Beethoven pastoral symphony, which I do enjoy, and now it’s Mendelssohn’s third in an excellent performance. Soon we’ll be getting more of the lesser-known stuff, which is the stuff I really like. Sound varies wildly. I’m pretty sure we’re in the tape days now, so that’s automatically better, but a couple of transfers were really quite harsh sounding. Prior to that, I did watch a motion picture on the Flix of Net, entitled U.S. Marshals, a follow-up film to The Fugitive, but instead of Dr. Richard Kimball, we get the other character, U.S. Marshal, Sam Gerard, once again played by Tommy Lee Jones. The character isn’t really like the one in The Fugitive and the movie fails because it’s too long, too repetitious, and the story is simply neither compelling nor convincing. We basically get the same action set piece over and over again. Cast is fine. If you don’t know who the bad guy will be the minute the bad guy appears, well, turn in your action movie card immediately. It looks good, but I must say I found the Jerry Goldsmith score nothing but irritating. Goldsmith fans don’t like to hear that, of course, but Goldsmith was a composer who wanted to work and so he delivers a standard issue 90s action score that just sounds like every other action score. He wrote a couple of interesting scores during that period, but the majority of them have never grabbed me, whereas his 60s, 70s, and most of the 80s output is always interesting and unique. Oh well, can’t love ‘em all.
Yesterday was a close encounter of the third kind – the third kind being the tired kind. I don’t know what’s what but I’m quite ready for it to be done. Three or four hours cuts neither the mustard or the ketchup and I do not function well when that occurs three days in a row. Therefore, I did not really function at all yesterday. I was up at five-thirty, back to bed around nine-thirty, up at ten-thirty, blah, blah, blah, finally getting a couple hours more sleep and up at two or thereabouts. Once up, I answered e-mails, got the ePub file for Amazon and Barnes & Noble eBooks, moseyed on over to the bank and made a deposit – I must say, it appeared to be Idiot’s Day at the bank. Then I came right back home.
I didn’t feel like eating at that point, so I just did stuff on the computer for a while, then finally ordered a chicken salad sandwich and a few fries from the Cheesecake Factory. Even though the DoorDash guy picked up the order twenty minutes later, he had two other orders from there to deliver before coming to me, therefore my toasted bread was cold and soggy by the time he got to me, and the fries were ice cold. I nuked the fries in the microwave, but the sandwich was what it was. They do a very good chicken salad there, I must say. I contacted the driver before he got here, telling him it was getting tiresome having cold food delivered to me. Instead of being apologetic about the thirty-minute delay, he copped an attitude, and I ended the conversation. Anyway, I don’t think sandwiches travel well, but I will contact DoorDash today to complain again about this two deliveries before yours malarkey. No one wants cold food. The good news is that’s all I ate yesterday. I also finished casting the June Kritzerland show and must no choose songs.
Then I sat on my couch like so much fish and watched the movie. After that, I uploaded the ePub file to Amazon, so that should go live at some point soon. So, if anyone wants a head start on reading it, it’s there for your mental delectation or deterioration. Then I began the evening’s listening and here we are.
Today, I’ll be up by noon at the latest or earlier if I can just get to bed earlier. Once up, I’ll do whatever needs doing, I’ll write, I’ll eat something reasonable, I have some stuff I have to read, I’ll do a quick Gelson’s run for some waters, then at some point I’ll watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow, I Zoom with David Wechter and we’ll make a plan to begin cutting our script down to a proper length. Friday, we begin our final weekend of performances. It’s been a fun run and I hope we go out with good-sized houses. I’m not sure if we’ll have some kind of partay the final day.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by noon but hopefully earlier, do whatever needs doing, write, eat, read, do a quick Gelson’s run, then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you get to ask me or any dear reader any old question you like and we get to give any old answer we like. So, let’s have loads of lovely questions and loads of lovely answers and loads of lovely questions, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, where I shall have some close encounter dreams of the third kind. One of these days I’d like to try the first or second kind.