Good morning, all! I slept in again and now I'm moving around, thinking about a second cup of coffee. I wish there were an accompanying piece of pie, to paraphrase Mr Irving Berlin.
I think I've discovered a bit of recording fraud on the part of the Fat Conductor of Limited Talent and Limitless Ego, and I sent my evidence out to everyone on the project. The dilemma is that, while he's passing something off as original when he himself created it - as he may have done a couple of other times in the past - and what he's written isn't bad and sticks closely to the abbreviated text found in the vocal score, it's grammatically a mess and needs adjustment. And after that last sentence, I'm ashamed to be throwing rocks. For the nonce, I'm calling it the creation of a madman and letting the chips fall wherever.
DR singdaw, I miss Paige O'Hara! I've known her since around 1981, and I'm very fond of her. My late great friend Bill Tynes adored her, and the last time I saw him was the December 1986 evening after the dying man, assisted by friends at strategic locales, walked blocks from his apartment on West 45th Street to the Saturday matinee of THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD, in which Paige was playing the title role. That evening, Bill held a farewell Christmas party and gave us gifts: mine was a pair of argyle socks. The next day he flew back to California for the holiday and to die. He died on Jan 9, 1987.
http://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?res=9B0DE5DE133EF933A25752C0A961948260Bill was the original producer of JUBILEE, and I wear the argyles to every performance of the show I can attend. He was a great great friend.
TOD:
DVD: several Netflix including THE JAZZ SINGER so I can watch the footage of Elsie Janis
CD: THE CHOCOLATE SOLDIER, Guy Haines, THE BRAIN FROM PLANET X, Offenbach, toujours les Offenbach!
VCR: home movies of someone's home much more lively than mine!