Well, dear readers, I must write these here notes is a hurry not because I was taught dancing in a hurry by Arthur Murray but because she of the Evil Eye will be here bright and early and I must scurry. So, that brings us immediately to yesterday, which was Monday if I’ve got my days straight. Once again, I only got about four hours of sleep. I’d intended to just be up for ten or fifteen minutes when I got out of bed at six, but alas, that was not to be, and I never got back to bed for various and sundried reasons. I did some stuff on the computer for our next CD release, made inquiries about when our current title would be ready – I don’t really understand why it takes so long these days – they had the master for three weeks and the print for a week and a half, and the gal at the pressing plant couldn’t give me an ETA and said she’d get back to me, which she didn’t. I had several telephonic calls with interesting folks, including our very own dear reader Jeanne, which is always fun. Also, talked to someone I haven’t spoken to in probably twenty years. I had some fettucine with two small meat balls in a pink sauce from Maria’s Kitchen – the pasta and sauce were fine, but the meatballs were kind of weird. After that, I moseyed on over to the mail place only the important envelope was not there, which was more than irritating, it was irritating in CAPS. If it’s not there today, then I’ll call and tell them to stop payment on it, but nothing will be done for two weeks. I’ll then change to direct deposit for that check, too, so this crap doesn’t keep happening. So, I came home, sat on my couch like so much fish and was out like a light instantly for a couple of hours, after which I went to the bedroom, got in bed, and slept for another two hours, at least. I finally got up, watched some irritating YouTube videos, and then checked out some items in an auction of movie posters – this new company called The Prop Store sure is trying to give Heritage Auctions a run for the money and they do have the goods to do that. Most of the items come from one collection. It’s only been open for early bidding for a day, and already some of the bids are insane. I had many of the posters in the auction, especially the cheesy sci-fi stuff, but I also had several of the classic posters they have, which I know will go for very high dough. In my heyday, I had an amazing collection – not only rare one-sheet classics like Sullivan’s Travels and The Lady Eve, but a lot of classic Hitchcock titles but orignals on It’s a Wonderful Life, Invaders from Mars, Gun Crazy, a few great Billy Wilder things and many, many others. But where I really was the envy of everyone was my collection of original posters from Italy on all the Fellini films through 8 1/2. I had stuff no one had – and they were all the large and very rare quattro foglio size (four sheets)- from Variety Lights, to the impossible and never seen since I sold it The White Sheik, I Vitteloni, La Strada, Il Bidone, Nights of Cabiria, La Dolce Vita, and 8 1/2  When I got into collecting original art, I sold the entire collection, save for a few things. I do miss the Fellini stuff, but there’d be no way to display it and I never see the point of just hoarding them away in a storage unit or closet.

I had a small Caesar for a snack, some grapes, and here we are.

Today, I’ll be up by eight and out the door by eight-thirty. I’ll breakfast, then go to Staples to get a hi-rez scan of something too big to do here – I’ll have it put on a thumb drive so I can send it where it’s going. Hopefully, the important envelope will have arrived, and if so, I’ll retrieve it and bank it, then I’ll come home and hope I get the second blurb, I’ll do a little nudge about The Sherman Brothers Album, and then at some point, I’ll try to watch, listen, and relax.

The rest of the week is casting the recording I’m producing, book stuff to the publisher, putting the book up for pre-order, a Zoom with my Applause set designer, and then whatever else needs doing.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by eight and out the door by eight-thirty, breakfast, do a scan at Staples, hopefully pick up the important envelope, bank, hopefully get the second blurb, nudge about The Sherman Brothers Album, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What are some of your favorite classic movie posters? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, having written these here notes in a flurry because Arthur Murray taught me dancing in a hurry.