Well, dear readers, here it is, Monday, the first Monday in August. Don’t ever say we didn’t keep you supplied with the latest up-to-date information here at haineshisway.com.
Yesterday, I finished comping the vocals for the new album and I’m happy to say that they came out splendidly splendid, and now we are moving on to the mix. Our plan is to get rough mixes of everything done this week and then for Vinnie “finally another album” Cirilli to come in a finesse what we’ve done. Then it shall go off to the mastering facility and then to the pressing plant and then voila, a brand new CD will be born. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too? I really like all the tracks, but right now I am especially enamored of the ones we did today – Sharon McNight’s Jeepers Creepers (an amazing vocal), Jason Graae’s I Was a Teenage Horror Medley, Katherine Helmond’s demented Whatever Happened to Baby Jane, and Tammi Tappan’s Who Killed Teddy Bear.
Last night I supped with the Joneses and we had a lovely time. Margaret Jones made rosemary potatoes, and Richard Jones barbecued steaks, and we had salad and rolls as well, and it was all quite cozy and delicious. Then we had chocolate cheesecake from The Cheesecake Factory for dessert.
Hopefully, the air conditioning people will be here this morning to fix whatever the problem is – last night, whilst I was supping, the house cooled off considerably because I opened all the windows prior to leaving.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because soon I must be on my way to the Oaks of Sherman to work all the livelong day.
Last night I started to watch The Omega Man on DVD. It’s a real relic of Universal seventies moviemaking – what they used to call a programmer. Very cheaply done, directed in TV movie fashion by TV director Boris Sagal. There are wonderful shots of deserted downtown Los Angeles, hammy performances by Mr. Charlton Heston and especially Mr. Anthony Zerbe and the whole affair has a certain demented charm to it.
If you missed any of the goings on over the weekend here at haineshisway.com you simply must use the Unseemly Archive Button and catch up. We had a lively number of posts and it was a fine weekend all around. I also understand that the New York gathering of Hainsies/Kimlets was a swellegant affair.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must go hither and thither and I must also play the zither or I shall whither. Today’s topic of discussion: What is your favorite book-to-film adaptation – which do you think captures the book perfectly, and which film do you think actually improves upon its source material. I’ll start: Rosemary’s Baby – an absolutely perfect adaptation of Mr. Ira Levin’s brilliant classic novel. Mr. Levin told me that the reason it is such a great adaptation is that Mr. Polanski, who did the adapting, didn’t know he could change anything. Therefore, every line of dialogue is straight out of the book, and even little Polanski-like details will be found verbatim in the book – even costume descriptions. It’s a marvel. I also think To Kill a Mockinbird, as adapted by Horton Foote, is a really good adaptation – obviously it telescopes things, but it does capture the heart and tone of the book rather well. Improvement over the source novel – Psycho, a really brilliantly devised screenplay by Joseph Stefano. Your turn, and lets continue our incredible posting ways so that I have lots of excellent posts to read during the livelong day.