Well, dear readers, I am sitting here like so much fish, listening to the beautiful guitar stylings of Earl Klugh with orchestra – several great albums, all worth having. And I do believe I am the only lyricist in history who used the name Earl Klugh in a song, said song being Chinese Food in Bed. Speaking of bed, I did get ten hours of sleep – wasn’t that a smooth segue? That was just a damn smooth segue, if you ask me, which you didn’t, but I pretended you did. Ejkkjkjkj. I don’t know why that jibberish just appeared – I did NOT type it. The computer just spazzed out and that appeared like an unwanted hole in your stomach. The Sudden Appearance of the Jibberish – that sounds like something Lewis Carroll would write. Where was I? Oh yes, a nice segue. Speaking of a nice segue, once up I answered e-mails and then had to get ready for my luncheon with David Wechter at Barone’s. I drove over there, and we had our really fun lunch. Many topics were discussed, and good food was eaten. David had some eggplant thing that he really enjoyed. I had a dinner salad and then my usual carbonara – lunch portion, so not as much as usual, which was fine by me. Many things were discussed, laughs were laughed, and then I moseyed on over to the mail place and picked up a small package. Then I came right home, answered more e-mails, tried and failed to record another song – the hardest and longest of the four, with many tempo and feel changes. Then I decided there would be no motion picture viewing. I followed along with the end of an auction – nothing that interesting, but a painting of a countryside and barn by Walter Lantz – yes, THAT Walter Lantz, the creator of Woody Woodpecker – it went for $100, quite the bargain. The painting really wasn’t of interest to me, but I was not expecting it go for the opening bid. After that, I took a bit of a break, dozed off for a few minutes, then began doing what I’d planned on doing. I think I may have already said that next year I’ll be writing two books concurrently – one fiction, one non-fiction. As you know, I always like to write a few pages in advance, so that when I open the document on January 1, I’m already into the book. So, that’s what I did last evening. I’d decided on this book about four months ago. I haven’t even really made many notes on it yet, but I did know how I wanted it to open. I dove right in and ultimately wrote six pages. I’ll probably do a few more today, just because I stopped in the middle of something that I had to research. I’d already written the start of the non-fiction book, but I’ll do a bit more of that one, too. So, that was really fun, to put the writing hat back on. I just love the process and especially writing the opening. It always takes some time to get the first line right – I think opening lines are hugely important. And while I was writing, I came up with a good title for it. So, that was fun and took about two hours. I had a little snack at some point, and here we are, as Earl Klugh and the orchestra are playing Henry Mancini’s delectable theme from Two for the Road. Klugh loves movie music, clearly, as he’s recorded quite a bit of it.
Today, I’ll be up by eleven, I’ll do whatever needs doing, I’ll eat something light but fun with my 50% off thing from UberEats, then I’ll make another attempt to record the two songs, I’ll probably write another five pages to get the plot on the road – the opening is just setting up location and characters and such – I’ll pray for a very needed modern major miracle, and then at some point I can watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow will be more of the same, then I’m not sure what’s going on during the weekend but whatever it is, I hope it will be fun.
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, eat something light but fun, attempt to record, write, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: Which guitar players do you love? I love many. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, hoping that the sudden appearance of the jibberish was just an anomaly, a one-time-only thing.