Well, dear readers, I enjoyed my first day off in ages – just lounged around in my lounging pyjamas and my smoking jacket (with matching dickie – one must always have a matching dickie, it’s just done). I did hear from the theater that we will have new speakers for our show on Thursday night and that I will be able to come in Thursday morning to do a thorough sound check in case we need to adjust levels and such. I nodded off several times during the day, a result of still not having caught up on my sleep. Normally, I always catch up on my sleep because up simply makes no secret of being on my sleep – up is bold, that’s for certain. I did a spot of driving today and finally finished listening to The Little Prince soundtrack on CD. I just don’t care for most of it, I must say. Now I’m listening to Mr. Alex North’s score to The Wonderful Country, which I’m enjoying much more. I had a large Mexican luncheon at Casa Vega, then came back home and once again got into my lounging pyjamas and smoking jacket (with matching dickie). I pranced about the home environment with my long cigarette holder (without a cigarette, of course – I do not partake of tobacco substances). I looked like a cross between Noel Coward and Menasha Skulnik. If anyone has any clew as to what the hell I’m going on about, please tell the man in the street or the woman in the alley, just don’t tell me.
Last night I watched a motion picture on DVD entitled Hatchet for a Honeymoon, a film of Mario Bava. I am a Mario Bava fan from way back – his film Black Sunday is one of my favorites, as is Black Sabbath and Kill, Baby, Kill, not to mention Blood and Black Lace. I have never been able to sit through Hatchet for a Honeymoon – I’ve had the Image Entertainment DVD for ages but it just looked so awful and cheesy I couldn’t bear to sit down and view it all the way through. That DVD was letterboxed but not anamorphically enhanced for widescreen TVs, but the transfer looked like it was taken from a VHS off an 8mm print. Well, they recently issued the film in the UK (from Anchor Bay) and I managed to get a copy. Well, the transfer is amazingly amazing, anamorphic, with stunning colors and clarity. I put it on and, of course, it was like viewing a whole different movie. It’s quite a fun film – a few murders, but little gore, and typical Bava magic behind the camera. The lighting and the shots are fantastic. The film is very strange but I enjoyed it thoroughly. It has a most amusing-sounding Euro-lounge score and it’s just a real early seventies movie. I’m now watching another Universal Noir, Criss Cross, directed by the great Robert Siodmak. I’ll have a report on that tomorrow.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below whilst I continue prancing about in my lounging pyjamas and my smoking jacket (with matching dickie).
I have no idea if anyone made chat at six o’clock last night because I plum forgot about it (and had nodded off anyway). Yes, Virginia, I plum forgot about it. Not apricot forgot about it, or even peach forgot about it, no, I plum forgot about it. By the time I got there only Noel was in the room. We chatted about this and that and also that and this. We’ll have a special Unseemly Live Chat soon – I will have an announcement about it.
Now wait just a darned minute. I’ll be horn-swoggled if we don’t have us a birthday to celebrate today – so, let us all put on our pointy party hats, our colored tights and pantaloons, let us break out the cheese slices and the ham chunks, let us dance the Hora and the Mashed Potato because today is the actual birthday of the actual S. Woody White, beloved of der Brucer. So, let us all give a big haineshisway.com to our very own S. Woody. On the count of three: One, two, three – HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR VERY OWN S. WOODY WHITE!!!
Today I have a lunch meeting with Tammy and our publicist to discuss advertising strategies and group sales. We now have quotes we can use from Mel Brooks and Carl Reiner, which to me are better than review quotes. We’ll be meeting at our very own Du-Par’s.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must do a bit of writing today, then must meet, then tonight must do a radio show with Tammy and Susanne – with the disc jockey Gregg Hunter. Today’s topic of discussion: Radio. When you were growing up (no matter when that might have been) what were your favorite things to listen to on the radio? When I was a wee sprig of a twig of a tad of a lad of a youth, we still had The Lone Ranger and The Cisco Kid on the radio, and I loved listening to those. Later, I loved listening to the early rock-and-roll stations, and then a bit later I discovered The Goon Show on the radio, which I never ever missed. I would love to have been around for radio’s heyday, and I’ve heard many classic shows on tape, which I always enjoy. But tell us in detail how you discovered radio and what things were your favorites. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we?