Well, dear readers, I am happy to inform you that yesterday I got more than two hours of sleep. In fact, despite the loud pounding noises from down the street where a new, ugly thing will be built, I slept a whopping twelve hours. I’d love to have one more night of great beauty sleep. Although I was certainly groggy and gucky when I finally got up at one-thirty, I felt ever so much better then and for the rest of the day and evening. I made the decision not to go out and I also made the decision not to order in food. Instead, I made some penne pasta with red sauce and ate that throughout the day and early evening. I did a little work at the piano, answered e-mails and texts, watched thirty minutes of a movie I’d surprisingly never seen and which I’ll finish today, watched some irritating YouTube videos, and now I am listening to a delightful CD comprised of two different albums – Frank Sinatra Conducts the Music of Alec Wilder, six great tracks with string orchestra and various solo instruments recorded in 1945, and then seven additional tracks recorded in 1939 recorded by the Alec Wilder Octet. As I mentioned the other day, I love Alec Wilder’s music. He wrote a couple of original TV musicals, one of which I recorded a song from on Prime Time Musicals. There are lots of recordings of Wilder’s songs, including one I have somewhere and must find – Eileen Farrell. Check him out on the Tube of You if you’ve never heard his music – well worth it. The entire Sinatra album is there. And if you have your copy of Prime Time Musicals handy, just play “I’m Much Too Happy Dancing” and try not to smile. I’m smiling now just hearing it in my head.
What else happened? Nothing. It was the kind of day I really needed – feeling more myself, relaxing, and not worrying about a damn thing. What do you think about THAT? So, the movie I began is entitled Nightmare on Elm Street, a film of Wes Craven. Back when it came out at the height of the slasher movie craze, I didn’t even think about seeing it as I loathe slasher movies, even though this one at least looked interesting. It certainly shows Mr. Craven as a not great dialogue writer, but the dream aspect of it is really interesting and it’s also interesting that the villain in this first Nightmare film is called Fred Krueger rather than Freddy. Anyway, it’s interesting so far and not TOO bloody. And here we are, being soothed by Mr. Wilder’s lovelier than lovely music.
Today, I’ll be up after hopefully another good night’s beauty sleep, I’ll answer e-mails, I’ll do a Gelson’s run, I’ll check in with the mail place and if there’s anything there I’ll go gather it up, I really need a modern major miracle so I’ll pray for that, I’ll work at the piano, I’ll continue the search for the set designer, I’ve begun choosing songs for the holiday show, I’ll eat something resembling food, and then at some point I can watch, listen, and relax.
The rest of the week is more of the same, some meetings and meals, some going and doing and/or doing and going, perhaps seeing a play, and doing whatever else needs doing.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up after hopefully another good night’s beauty sleep, answer e-mails, do a Gelson’s run, check in with the mail place and go there if there’s anything to get, pray for a modern major miracle, work at the piano, search for a set designer, choose more songs for the holiday show, eat something resembling food, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: Who are your favorite songwriters who’ve never really gotten their due, fame-wise or recognition-wise. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to have gotten twelve hours of glorious sleep and hoping for another night resembling same.