Well, dear readers, I am sitting here like so much fish, listening to Jerry Goldsmith’s soundtrack to Freud. I have always felt Freud needed a soundtrack – the person, not the movie. Of course, what do I know about Freud? I’m not sure it’s true, but I’ve heard that he liked to dress up in a Freudian slip, much like Ed Wood. Why am I talking about Freud? Oh yes, I’m listening to the excellent Jerry Goldsmith soundtrack. I’ve had the Blu and Ray here for ages and perhaps I’ll get around to watching it. Then maybe I’ll know more about Freud as played by Montgomery Clift and directed by John Huston. This soundtrack, for its time, was very modern, very Bartokian. And famously, Ridley Scott replaced some of Goldsmith’s score for Alien with tracks from Freud, which didn’t make Mr. Goldsmith very happy, nor did including Howard Hanson’s Romantic symphony in the end credits. That darn Ridley. Anyway, I like Goldsmith’s music very much, especially when I’m wearing my very own Freudian slip. Analyze THAT. What else can I tell you? I began watching the new Miyazaki anime, The Boy and the Heron, which is about a boy and a heron. However, I kept dozing off every two minutes, so I have no idea what’s going on. I’ll start it over tonight when I’m hopefully more alert and less prone to nodding off. Speaking of nodding off, I got to bed around two-thirty and fell right asleep, which was great. But I woke up at six, had to use the ool (loo, spelled backwards), and once done I could not fall back asleep. So, at seven, I did something I haven’t done in at least nine years – I put on my running shoes and decided to see how far I could jog before dying. I knew it wouldn’t be too far, of course, and it wasn’t. I jogged two long blocks, was heaving like someone who’d just jogged twenty miles, so I turned around and jogged the long two blocks home. Thankfully, at that hour it was still cool out. I could barely breathe, washed my face with cold water, and then plopped down on my bed. The next thing I knew I was noon o’clock. I plopped back down and the next thing I knew it was one-thirty. I plopped back down and the next thing I knew it was three in the afternoon, at which point I got up. So, I think I got around nine hours of sleep in all that time.
I answered a few e-mails, ordered a taco and enchilada from Don Cuco’s, and that arrived about forty minutes later. As always, it was very good but not as good as if you were eating it at the restaurant. It did hit the spot, though, and then the spot, feeling feisty, hit it back. After that, I did some work at the piano, which is always enjoyable, I went and put gas in the motor car, and then I made my vain attempt to watch The Boy and the Heron. After I gave that up, I made two English muffins for my evening snack. And here we are. So, essentially, while it wasn’t much of a day, it was absolutely a ME day.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll do whatever needs doing, but mostly I’ll relax and get ready for tomorrow’s Kritzerland rehearsal. I’ll probably finesse the commentary, I think I’ll definitely make pasta with pink sauce, as I’m a bit burned out on the DoorDash choices, and then at some point I’ll watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow is our first Kritzerland rehearsal at three, which I’m very much looking forward to, Wednesday I have things to do, places to go, people to see, Thursday is our second Kritzerland rehearsal, I think there’ll be a belated birthday meal with Marshall Harvey at some point this week, and then the following Monday we do our stumble-through and then sound check and show is 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, relax and get ready for tomorrow’s rehearsa, finesse commentary, eat, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: How much do you know about Mr. Freud and what do you think of him and others of his ilk? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, where I shall dream I danced in my Freudian slip.