Well, dear reader, this month has flown by, like a gazelle eating Turkish Taffy, Swedish Fish, and Armenian ham chunks. But seriously, enough about me. What if Jerome Kern and Oscar Hammerstein had written today’s notes? And it might go something like this.
When things are gloomy,
Just listen to me now
As I sing you this song
So, listen up here,
And I will tell you true.
And yes, dear readers
I just wrote this for you…
What is it fish, and months that fly by,
Watch a gazelle and then eat some pie.
Can’t help lovin’ those notes of mine.
We need more postings, that much is clear,
Maybe some vibes now, and a career.
Can’t help lovin’ those notes of mine.
When things go awry,
Come here, have a cry,
When things get you down
Just go and yell,
Damn them to HELL!
Birthdays are fun, and Hora’s the dance.
And if you need to, shout UNDERPANTS!
Can’t help lovin’ these notes of mine!
That Kern and Hammerstein were cut ups, weren’t they? But enough about them. Let’s talk about this turd of a motion picture I watched last night. It was a Canadian motion picture made by French Canadians, and starring that great French Canadian actor Ryan O’Neal, along with Madchen Amick, and some of the worst schmactors ever gathered together. I’m sure it was a no-budget movie that blew whatever money they had on Mr. O’Neal and Mr. Gazzara – he probably worked one or two days – and to a lesser extent, Ms. Amick. Cheesy-looking, dialogue so bad that I have no idea how any of the actors actually spoke it. a musical score so annoying that you want to become a serial killer after hearing it, and direction so meandering and pointless that a less than ninety-minute movie seemed longer than The Brutalist. I’m happy to report, however, that there is a ubiquitous shower scene with Ms. Amick – in which you see a shot of the showerhead, the drain, and Ms. Amick’s feet. That was thrilling. This was a straight to DVD release. It’s free on Prime and I would avoid it like the plague or Herpes. The “plot” involves a prostitute, whose client list includes many political hotshots, who threatens to make said client list public. And hilarity ensues. Not intentional hilarity, but hilarity nonetheless.
Otherwise, I got eight hours of sleep, got up, answered a lot of e-mails, had several telephonic conversations, made spaghetti with red sauce for food, ate said food, had more telephonic conversations, made a schedule for the first two weeks of rehearsals – one more week after that to schedule, and then everyone will be in attendance to assemble the show and begin run-throughs. I watched the movie and that was that and here we are.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll do whatever needs doing, I’ll finish the rehearsal schedule, I need to have a Zoom with our set designer to get us all on the same page, I’ll eat something amusing, I’ll go to the mail place, and then at some point I’ll watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow is a haircut, Thursday is a lunch, I need to get to storage and find the Drat! The Cat! box of charts, and then I need a ME day or two to get set for the start of rehearsals.
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, finish making the rehearsal schedule, set up Zoom meeting, eat, go to the mail place, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite chewy-type candies? I’ll start – Swedish Fish for sure, same with Turkish Taffy, also Milk Duds. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy that my close personal friends, Jerome Kern and Oscar Hammerstein, wrote their little ditty for today’s notes.