Well, dear readers, I am sitting here like so much fish, listening to Jerry Goldsmith’s fascinating and terrific score for the motion picture Freud. From my favorite period of his, say from The Twilight Zone through the late 1960s, when I felt he could do no wrong at all. That continued through most of the 1970s, although I’m not fond of all the 1970s scores. The 1980s had some great scores and some less great scores, and then from the 1990s through his final years, there are many more scores I dislike than like, In fact, I don’t like many at all. But Jerry in the 1960s was something else and Freud is a brilliant score any way you slice it and I slice it sideways. I tried unsuccessfully several times to watch the rest of Chinatown, but there were other things going on, so I never got around to it. In fact, I can’t remember much of what I did in the evening, except that I fell asleep for about forty minutes. I did make a little pasta with butter and cheese for my evening repast, though, and that was pretty okay. And now, here I am writing these here Freudian notes whilst listening to Freud, who was the epitome of Freudian.
Yesterday was interesting, although I couldn’t tell you why. I got almost eight hours of sleep, got up, answered e-mails, then did the futzing and finessing routine, not as much as the last few days, and the sequence I mentioned that just showed up like a gift, after smoothing it out a bit I was still really happy with it and it made me laugh. Then I wrote a couple of new pages, then ordered a small side or roasted potatoes and the small side of chicken pasta salad and they arrived pretty quickly and were very good. Then I wrote about five more pages, then it was slow going as I approached the end of an important chapter. Eventually, I wrote fourteen pages, but a couple of them don’t have much on them. I did finish the chapter but I’m not sure I’m happy with the final paragraph. The intention of it is right, but I think I wrote it poorly. We’ll see how I feel when I futz and finesse. As always, I began the next chapter and wrote a couple of paragraphs, so I’d already be into that when I pick up today. But just now, I realized a better way to begin the next chapter and then I realized that I needed to take what I did write and move it to the previous chapter, which I did, and then I wrote two new paragraphs to make it work there and now I’ll add another two pages to set up something that will pay off in the new chapter. So, now it’s late and I must finish these here notes. Where was I? Oh yes, I wrote and wrote, had some text message volleys, had to research a few things and in so doing guess what I found? I found something I searched and searched for when writing Preview Harvey: the Important Major Studio Preview at the Village which turned out to be How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying. I mean, I searched for day trying to find it and I knew it had to be three months before it came out, because they cut Coffee Break between preview and release. As I was searching something entirely other, there it was and I don’t know how I didn’t find it because it couldn’t be more clear as to what it was. Here it is.
Isn’t that funny? The occasional research for this thing I’m writing is sometimes intense, but it’s necessary. In a way, it reminds me of how intense Red Gold was to research, although this is nothing like that. Anyway, I took a few breaks, visited the Tube of You, which I must rant about soon about a couple of phenomena I’ve found in those shorts or reels. So, rant coming soon. I wrote a bit more after having the pasta, and then the rest of the evening is really a blank.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll futz and finesse, I’ll write new pages, I’ll eat something fun, I’ll write more pages (hopefully between eight and fourteen), and then I can watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow, I have a lunch meeting with Marshall Harvey and I’m sure we’ll go somewhere fun, and then from then through the weekend it’s more writing. As I get deeper into this book, the more I write every day because I’m simply in the world now and it’s so enjoyable. At the beginning, I was still getting used to the world, so I wasn’t writing every day or writing that many pages, but as its progressed so do the number of pages every day. The one thing I can tell you for certain? Novella my ASS.
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, futz and finesse, write new pages, eat, write more pages, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite film scores by one Jerry Goldsmith? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to have reacquainted myself with the Freudian Freud soundtrack.