Well, dear readers, I am sitting here like so much fish, listening to my Sherlock Holmes compilation album – not well liked by most soundtrack people, but really liked by Holmes aficionados. And I’m jiggy with that. As I listen, I’m pondering this: why am I constantly seeing the words BOGO and GOAT wherever I look? A mystery worthy of Mr. Holmes. Well, it turns out they’re acronyms (or some call it initialism). And they are both quite popular with the populace and have become so in the last decade or maybe even half-decade. Everywhere I look, I see BOGO and people using GOAT rather than, I don’t know, just writing what the HELL they mean. I mean, are we all supposed to just suddenly know what BOGO means? It could mean any number of things. Bring On Great Omelets. Bruce Outs Gay Otters. Benign Olfactory Glands Overcome. And GOAT. Go Overseas And Travel. Green Onions Are Terrible. Giving Opinions As Truth. Yes, I’ve learned that BOGO is not BOGO the Clown, it’s Buy One, Get One (free). Every day on DoorDash it’s BOGO this and BOGO that. Yes, I’ve learned that GOAT means Greatest Of All Time. Perhaps we should start some of our own, like THAN (Try Haines At Night), THEM (Try Haines Every Morning), MARY (Miracles Are Really Yours). Let’s hear some of yours, dear readers. I feel the topic of the day coming on, don’t you? Anyway, BOGO the GOAT, if you get my meaning, and I know you do. Otherwise, yesterday wasn’t such a bad day. I got eight and a half hours of sleep, got up, answered e-mails, had a nice telephonic call, went to Gelson’s and got a tiny less than half rack of ribs and some cheese enchiladas for food, came home and had the ribs, and then spent quite a long time making a first pass show order. I may move a couple of things around, but it seems pretty good – daunting with this many songs and duets. After that, I did some major reorganizing. I’ve always had various framed photos in my bedroom on two bookshelves, where no one ever sees them. So, I took them off those shelves and put them on my long living room table where I usually put my Christmas cards and leave them there all year. I put those in a drawer, arranged the photos, my best director web series for Sami award, my Mac award, and various little knick-knacks, and it looks really good. I have room to add a couple more photos should I care to. Then I was able to bring in two big shelves’ worth of books from that garage, plus move a few things from the book room to the bedroom shelves, freeing up some much-needed space. That was a fun little project.
Then I sat on my couch like so much fish and watched the new “documentary” on Faye Dunaway. When she’s on, it’s fine. When her son’s on, it’s fine. Both are very forthright and honest. When it’s archival interviews and footage and film clips, it’s fine. Otherwise, it’s really no different than just what you’d expect from its “director,” Laurent Bouzereau – a feature length DVD extra. He trots out useless supposed critics, including Annette Insdorf, who has about as much to do with Faye Dunaway as I do, and who I find to be completely irritating in every way, just as I found her to be in all her DVD and Blu-ray appearances. These people are a big “why.” There is not a single mention of Sunset Blvd. and how that all went down. He glosses over things that need more depth. I wish someone else had directed it, an actual director. It’s getting good reviews but that’s because of Faye herself. Where’s Warren Beatty? Where’s Jack Nicholson? And in an interview, Bouzereau is asked about Mommie Dearest and he says it’s just not a well-made film. But it IS a very well-made film, whether one likes its excesses or not. It’s very well shot and directed. Mr. Bouzereau lucked out early on in his doing DVD extras when he got in with Spielberg, whose Amblin produced this and the Natalie Wood thing he directed. Anyway, worth a watch.
Then I watched a TV movie, Robert Preston’s final film, entitled Outrage, from the novel by Henry Denker, a courtroom drama. It’s not very good, sadly, although I always enjoy the courtroom drama. Walter Grauman directed – a nice man but very hit and miss – and here he allows Beau Bridges and Burgess Meredith to ham away shamelessly. The script doesn’t do anyone any favors – cliches as characters, and all the faux climaxes before commercial breaks. I lost count of how many times Burgess Meredith screamed at Beau Bridges to get into his chambers before every commercial break. The premise is certainly interesting, it’s just not well done. The best performance comes from Linda Purl as Bridges’ wife. Of course, I’d end up working with her a lot, producing a solo album for her, including her on other albums, and directing her nightclub act. Also, making a brief appearance is Greg Finley, who played one of the backers in The First Nudie Musical.
I ate the cheese enchiladas before watching the TV movie and they were pretty good. And here we are.
Today, I’ll be up by ten-thirty at the latest, I’ll do whatever needs doing, and then at one I have a lunch meeting at a nearby eatery. After that, I’ll come home and begin writing the commentary for the Kritzerland show, and there’s a lot to write, although due to the large number of songs, I’m gonna keep it as short as possible. Then at some point, I’ll watch, listen, and relax.
The rest of the week is more of the same, hoping for a few modern major miracles, and various and sundried meetings and meals.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by ten-thirty at the latest, do whatever needs doing, have a lunch meeting, write commentary, then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: Let’s hear some of your acronyms or alternative meanings for BOGO and GOAT. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, where I shall write a new song entitled BOGO THE GOAT.