Well, dear readers, we made it through April Fool’s Day without falling for a single attempt, no fool we. And now, April is flying by, like a gazelle doing a one-hundred-yard dash before seeing the Broadway show Smash, and then watching reruns of MASH, while counting its cash and scratching its rash. Well, that’s QUITE enough of the damn gazelle. What does the damn gazelle have to do with the price of rutabagas? And I? I? I am sitting here like so much fish, listening to Mr. Ormandy conduct the music of Zoltan Kodaly, a Hungarian from Hungary who, coincidentally, was always hungry in Hungary. And very attractive music it is, too. I still have over thirty CDs to go in this box set of Ormandy – some very good stuff coming up, too. Yesterday was supposed to be a ME day, but it really wasn’t. I got under five hours of sleep, was up too early, unable to fall back asleep. I did have quite a few e-mails to answer, a few texts (what else is new), then around ten-fifteen I picked up the dry cleaning, picked up two important envelopes from the mail place, did my banking – in and out of each back in three minutes – then came home. I didn’t want a Marco’s Pizza thing, but I thought pizza would be easy, so I ordered from a jernt I’d given a Yelp rave to back in 2020 during the pandemic. Well, it may have deserved the rave back then, but it wasn’t too good yesterday. I ordered the personal pizza, of course – sausage, pepperoni, green peppers, onions, and olives. It wasn’t horrible, just not very good. I’ve had way too many mediocre meals lately, so I want something good today, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Whilst at the mail jernt I stopped at the cupcake jernt and got two small cupcakes – five bucks each – seemed a little excessive. I ate those in the late afternoon, and they were good. Then I hunkered down, fell asleep for an hour, then watched a motion picture.
Last night, I watched a silly 80s movie entitled Black Moon Rising, starring Tommy Lee Jones and Linda Hamilton, Robert Vaughn, Keenan Wynn and others. It’s really just a really cheesy exploitation from New Line Cinema but the performances are occasionally fun to watch, and it moves along at a pretty good clip. The director is pretty bad, the script is by John Carpenter, who apparently never saw the film. It has a fun score by Lalo Schifrin that’s orchestrated by my friend Gary Stockdale. It wasn’t really a hit.
After that, I had some telephonic calls, and then began listening to Ormandy/Kodaly, and here we are.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll do whatever needs doing but I am damn well having a ME day and I’m damn well going to have a good meal either brought in or eaten out. Then I’l just putter around the home environment, I’ll definitely watch, listen, and relax – perhaps two motion pictures and a few more Ormandy albums.
Tomorrow can be more of the same, then Friday we’re back doing our show and I’ll be there for sure on Friday and Sunday – not sure about Saturday. And now, as I wrap up these here notes, we have Mr. Ormandy doing those oh so modern boys, Berg and Webern or as I like to call it, Music to Become a Serial Killer By.
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, have a ME day, putter, have a good meal from somewhere good, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you get to ask me or any dear reader any old question you like and we get to give any old answer we like. So, let’s have loads of lovely questions and loads of lovely answers and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, as I embark on a hopefully good night’s sleep and in search of a good meal for today.