One of Johnny Mercer's last great songs - - -
Often I think this sad old world is whistling in the dark.
Just like a child, who, late from school
walks bravely home through the park.
To keep their spirits soaring and keep the night at bay.
Neither quite knowing which way they are going,
they sing the shadows away,
has long puzzled me. Who does "their" refer to in the fourth line?
As a lyric must be immediately understandable, on some level, I can't consider this a good lyric. I've known it for years and still see a pronoun referring back to nothing. Another great minor-key waltz from Mancini, though.
Yes, the errancy, the truancy:
There's simply too much to do. You have to picture a small apartment on Broadway that is strewn with unopened wedding presents. Cleaning up is a daily assault, kind of reminiscent of an ant moving a mountain. We do a little every day.
But then there's the packing:
So many things to remember (Newly & Bricusse reference): my sister wants the score, my mother wants the CDs with the photos, and I've no idea how many CDs of Our Wedding - The Musical I'll be distributing in person while out there.
www.WeddingMusical.comSo, there's simply no time for the friendliest place on the internet.
We leave tomorrow.
I've e-mailed all the California friends, begging them to make dates with us in advance and we've gotten exactly
ONE response. One is pitiful. It means a tremendous amount of the trip will be spent worrying about how to fit in everybody we wish to see. But we're
very excited about that one invitation.
Finally, my computer just refuses to stay connected to the internet for more than a few minutes. I'm writing this off-line, and everytime I try to post, I lose my connection. Very frustrating.
Over the next three weeks, like Ron staying with his mother, we'll have very limited computer access. But fret not, the shipping department will be fulfilling orders for Our Wedding - The Musical at
www.WeddingMusical.com