Well, dear readers, I am sitting here like so much fish, once again being mesmerized by Malcolm Arnold’s Sarabande from Solitaire – I’m afraid I’m addicted to it – yes, I have a Sarabande from Solitaire on my back. I wish it were longer than its way too brief 3:12. Perhaps I’ll YouTube it and just grab every version of it and make them on continuous track – I’ve done that for the love theme from Spartacus. And now, as long as I’m on the Malcolm Arnold kick, I guess I’ll listen to the symphonies again – symphony one currently playing. Earlier, I tried watching another Netflix documentary but didn’t care for it, and I think I scrolled through over a hundred movies not a one of which interested me. How can that be? So, I’ve just been playing on the computer and sipping a Diet Coke. I must say that August is flying by, like a gazelle doing the Peppermint Twist whilst eating fruit roll-ups. I’m cooling down the home environment, which was at eighty degrees. And I’m bound and determined to get these here notes up on time so that I can try to write the opening of episode ten so we can get into the main sequence, which comprises most of the episode. I’ve been working on it, but on the two original songs that had to be written specifically for it. I’m hoping the other songs I can find in my catalogue. Of course, if I’m bound it becomes difficult to actually type, so perhaps I’ll just be determined.
Yesterday was an interesting day. I got seven-and-a-half hours of sleep and certainly could have used more. The Darling Daughter texted me that she’d be here at two, so I answered e-mails and worked on the two songs until her arrival.
She arrived right at two and had with her an easy-to-understand spreadsheet for the Indiegogo perks – so that folks who got multiple perks are all together in one grouping and that makes things much easier. She’s very good at this stuff that I have no aptitude for. We had fun conversation and then we moseyed on over to Art’s Deli. She had a turkey sandwich, and I had a patty melt. Then we came back here, and she took her leave to do other stuff nearby – a little clothes shopping and picking up some bagels. I gave her a better way of getting back to where she’s staying so she could avoid the crazy traffic on the 405 freeway. I did a little more work on the songs, but needed to sit on the couch like so much fish.
I then scrolled through over 100 motion pictures and found not one I cared to watch, then I began the true crime documentary and that just wasn’t riveting. Oh, I did finish a motion picture that I’d begun the night before – a rather scandalous motion picture from the year 1970, entitled The Christine Jorgensen Story. Ms. Jorgensen was, of course, the first person to have a sex change operation, which was done in Denmark. The film opened in the summer of 1970 and it featured male and female nudity and rather long and passionate kiss between the title character and a journalist who falls for her. But it’s interesting to note what else was playing at the same time this opened: Myra Breckenridge, Beyond the Valley of the Dolls, What Do You Say to a Naked Lady (an Allen Funt candid camera thing), The Boys in the Band, and other envelope pushers. At the Coconut Grove, Liza Minnelli was doing her brand new act, at the Huntington Hartford you could see live onstage, Eve Arden and Wendell Burton in Butterflies Are Free, at the Music Center at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion you could see a matinee of 1776 then walk over to the Ahmanson and see the evening performance of Promises, Promises, over at the Lindy Opera House (formerly the Ritz movie theater) you could see Howard Keel and Bernice Massi in Man of La Mancha, Dames at Sea was leaving the Ivar Theater but reopening at the Las Palmas, Hair was settled in for a long run at the Aquarius, and Story Theatre was at the Mark Taper Forum. And I’m sad to say that I saw not one of those theatrical events. I’d seen 1776 and Promises on Broadway and I didn’t have the money to see them here, but I wish I had, and boy would I have loved to see Eve Arden onstage. I did see most of the movies mentioned, however. It must be remembered that the Darling Daughter had been born just three months prior, so that was a life-altering thing in terms of time to do things. Oh, I believe I went off on a tangent.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll do whatever needs doing, I’ll bank, I’ll write and perhaps even try to finish episode ten, I’ll eat, and then at some point I’ll watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow, I’m having lunch with Marshall Harvey, who’s leaving on a trip to Paris shortly thereafter – I think he said Paris. We’ll always have Paris. Otherwise, it’s more of the same. Then on Friday we have our first Kritzerland rehearsal, I can relax on Saturday, Sunday is our second rehearsal, Tuesday is our stumble-through, and then we do our show on Wednesday.
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, bank, write, eat, and 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 postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, where I shall nourish my addiction to Sarabande from Solitaire.