Well, dear readers, I must write these here notes in a hurry, for she of the Evil Eye will be here all too soon. As I write these here notes in a hurry, I’ve just finished listening to Mr. Ormandy do the Schubert fourth and sixth symphonies – very nice performances and I suppose I admire the symphonies from afar, but they’re not really my thing. Perhaps if I ate some sherbet whilst listening to Schubert that might help. And now playing is the Bruckner fourth symphony. I have several Bruckner symphony cycles and I’ve tried very hard to warm up to them but haven’t succeeded yet. Mr. Ormandy certainly does a fine job of making the music sounds attractive enough, and there are parts of the fourth I enjoy, but I’ll keep trying, I suppose, and I suppose I’ll keep trying. Earlier, I did my best to watch a motion picture, a French motion picture from France entitled Serie Noire from the same director as Police Python 357. That one I enjoyed very much. This one, thirty minutes in, is a little too weird for my taste, at least so far. I’ll definitely finish it. It’s sold as a noir crime film, but the director wanted to make a Mean Streets type film and I don’t really think of that type of film as a crime film. This one’s based on a hard-boiled paperback original by Jim Thompson, called A Hell of a Woman. I’ll be more specific once I’ve finished it. I did get eight hours of sleep, got up, answered e-mails and texts, and then did a quick Gelson’s run – got some lox, bagels, and cream cheese, came home and ate that – pretty good – then I caught up on a bunch of stuff. I had a couple of telephonic conversations, and that was really about it. Boring, I know, but that’s what I needed – a nice, boring day without too much drama. Oh, and I finally found the exact date that I saw A Chorus Line on Broadway during previews – September 3, 1975. How do I know that was the exact date I saw the Wednesday matinee? Because that evening we previewed The First Nudie Musical. I’ve never been able to find the ad for it until last night, which finally gave me the name of the theater where we previewed. I only remembered it was on the East Side and that Love and Death was showing there. So, at long last, here’s the ad.
No big fanfare or anything, but it was nice to find it. And here we are.
Today, I’ll be up by eight and out the door by eight-thirty. I’ll meet Robert Yacko for a breakfast thing and then after that I’ll do some errands and whatnot, then come home. I’ll call Catalina Bar and Grill and try to book the dates for the two Kritzerland shows so that I can start planning them, I’ll do whatever needs doing, I’ll pray for a modern major miracle, later in the afternoon I’ll have a sandwich, then I’ll finish the movie and perhaps watch another, then listen to final couple of Ormandy CDs, then relax.
The rest of the week is more of the same, and then we resume performances on Friday evening, our last three shows.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by eight and out the door by eight-thirty, meet Robert Yacko for breakfast, do errands and whatnot, come home, book Kritzerand shows, pray for a modern major miracle, have a sandwich at some point, then finish the movie, watch another movie, then listen and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What type of clothes did you wear as a kid? Funnily, I can’t ever remember wearing jeans, although I must have. I remember a lot of khaki pants and pullover shirts, I don’t remember ever wearing shorts although I must have at some point. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, wishing I’d eaten some sherbet whilst listening to Schubert.