Good morning, all!The neighbor showed up around 5:45am, and I was up at 6:30, so there wasn't much sleep in the last 45 minutes I was in bed. I did sleep well most of the night; my last dream was about WHERE'S CHARLEY?, a show I was in as an 8th grade student with Richard, the husband of DR Ginny. Richard also played in the orchestra, so he was continually running down to the pit to bang the timpani. In lasty night's dream, Richard and I were looking at photos of a production in which his son Rob was in WHERE'S CHARLEY; it was in prep for a rebroadcast of an Ed Sullivan show with excerpts from the Loesser show. So, I managed to combne the past, and today's orchestra reading into a real Freudian nightmare.
So, this morning I am off to Carroll Studios to hear the Encores! orchestra play through the score of WHERE'S CHARLEY? and that will consume most of my day. There should be a strange conglomerate of folk: friends from the Loesser office, Bruce Pomahac from Rodgers & Hammerstein, Joshie, his brother Jeremy, John Doyle, who's directing the show, the choreographer, Jack Viertel, and God alone knows who else. Oh, yes, the mighty Rob Berman on the podium.
When I get back here, there should be a pile of mail waiting for me; I doubt there will be a Foundation check because, once again, the jerk who pays us is off somewhere and checks are in lockdown till this joker returns, another reason I'm ready to walk from this job. I've got a printout of a full orchestra score for Offenbach's TALES OF HOFFMANN that needs to be taped before I can have it bound. I've got Acts 3-5 to finish taping.
Jimmy Webb is a performer whose songs I like when I hear them, but I cannot think of a single title except for "MacArthur Park," and its overripe lyrics always make me laugh.
