Well, dear readers, I am sitting here like so much fish, listening to the beautiful music of Vince Mendoza, a chip off the block of Claus Ogerman – the influence is obvious, but Mendoza does it really well and it’s lush and moody and just my kind of music and my kind of music is, to put it succinctly, my kind of music. And now, thanks to Mr. Mendoza, I am in a mellow mood and later I’ll take a Melatonin to be ever more mellow, and then if I had one, I could eat a mellow marshmallow. I did manage to watch a motion picture last night entitled Don’t Hang Up, a 2017 thing about three idiots who make seriously wrong prank calls and then post them so it can go viral. The film opens with one such prank call they do at three-thirty in the morning. That one gets millions of views. One night, two of them are in the house of one of them, goofing around and doing their obnoxious thing, when they get a call – someone knows everything about them, where they live, their house and cell numbers, their names – he tells them things are not going to go well for them and since he seems to have control of their TV, they show the two kids that the parents of one of the two are tied up somewhere, bloodied, but alive. And so, it becomes a cat and mouse game – will the tied-up parents survive? Will the girlfriend of one of them survive. Will the two friends survive. The who is doing it and the why isn’t hard to figure out – in fact, if you haven’t figured it out in the first five minutes of the movie, you should turn in your movie card. It’s all a little silly, never scary, and there’s no one to really root for. The two directors obviously are FANatic fans of David Fincher, the script is mediocre, and it’s nothing we haven’t seen a zillion times. If you want the great phone call movie, it’s When a Stranger Calls – I may have to watch that one soon. It appears to have played in LA and NY for perhaps a week or less and the total income for the film is a little over $300,000. The cast features no one you’ve ever heard of. Earlier, I’d dozed off for over an hour. I got seven hours of sleep, I answered e-mails galore, I had some telephonic calls, one of our singers asked if they could do two instead of three songs, and that was fine by me, so I made that adjustment to the show order. It was another hot dog day afternoon and those were fine but I’m quite over them now. I’m up for something fun today. I keep hoping for Uber Eats to do one of their 50% off coupons, but they haven’t. I do have stuff here for Wacky Noodles, but I’m thinking that today I’ll order in. Why am I talking about today when I haven’t finished talking about yesterday? I spent a couple of hours helping the author of the show I’m mentoring and will be directing at some point – this mostly involves lyrics to some public domain songs – he’s never written lyrics before, so some of them don’t quite sit correctly on the music or he adds syllables and stuff like that, and I’ve told him he has to be completely true to the original rhyme scheme and scan of the song. So, he knows I know that world and I make suggested changes, which he always likes, thankfully. And I believe you know the rest.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll do whatever needs doing, I’ll start writing the commentary for the Kritzerland show, I’ll eat something fun and something I haven’t had for a while, and then at some point I’ll watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow will be more of the same, I think I’m seeing a little show on Saturday and perhaps have a meal/meeting prior to it, and then, believe it or not, Sunday is a new month.
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, write commentary, eat, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What music do you play when you wish to be in a mellow mood? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, as I continue listening to music to put me in a mellow mood.