Well, dear readers, I must write these here notes in a hurry because I must be up early for my chest CAT scan appointment in the Hills of Beverly. I mustn’t eat anything for four hours prior to the appointment, which means first food won’t be until noon or thereabouts. They say to drink water, which I don’t really care for, but I suppose I can drink a glass before I am on my way. But more about that in a moment. Right now, I am listening to the music of Franz Schreker, a favorite composer of mine, who I discovered by taking a chance on a CD way back around 1988. I instantly connected with is beautiful, haunting music and over the years I bought everything that was available and never heard a piece I didn’t really like. But only in the last five years did I discover his wonderful operas, all of which I’ve enjoyed thoroughly. But his orchestral music, including his opera interludes just “get” to me. I did manage to watch a movie last night, although I’ll have to watch it again because I did doze off several times. It’s an odd one – a French film about a French actor in New York, recently divorced, meeting an American girl and their somewhat up and down quick relationship. It’s based on a novel by Georges Simenon, one of his “dark” books from 1946. The film is in French with English subtitles, and the American girl is played by Annie Girardot, who is, of course, French. So, it’s a bit weird. It’s a good bunch of lead actors, and I was an Annie Girardot fan from several of her movies with Claude Lelouch in the 1960s. Some nice shots of 1964 New York, but no Broadway locations. It has a nice jazz score by Martial Solal (Breathless), but I need to watch it when I’m not the drowsy chaperone. Prior to that, I got around six hours of non-consecutive sleep, got up, answered e-mails, but it was kind of a quiet day. I had Popeye’s chicken strips and some coleslaw – they were having a 30% off lunch deal, so why not – I went to the mail place and picked up a couple of things that have been sitting there like so much fish, came home, continued catching up, had a couple of telephonic conversations, had an English muffin with peanut butter and jam for the snack, and took endless and I do mean endless pills. Monday is THE pill day. Three of one pill throughout the day, the Prednisone, the Folic Acid, and the once a week pills – which began at four for the first two weeks but have now graduated to six for these two weeks and will then graduate to eight. Then I almost watched the movie, I shaved, and here we are.
Today, I’ll be up a bit before eight and out the door by 8:45 and will be on my way to my CAT appointment, I’ll pray the traffic isn’t an issue, I’ll arrive and then wait until it’s time to check in at ten-thirty. This appointment isn’t at Cedar’s – it’s on Wilshire between La Cienega and Robertson. They say I’ll be out by eleven-thirty. If so, I’ll go right home. I’ll either make something here or I’ll stop and get something to bring home or I’ll just order in – I got another 35% off thing yesterday, so I could use that for something fun – but I do have stuff here I could make – pasta, hot dogs, eggs. We shall see. Then I’ll continue catching up, after which I’ll watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow, I have a noon o’clock meeting with our set designer at the theater, then I think I’ll use my gift card things I’ve had for ages for BJs and have a nice lunch over there. It’s not that far from the theater. The rest of the week will be getting more tracks for the play and hopefully making some progress on the Sherman Brothers thing. Not sure what’s up on the weekend.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up a bit before eight and out the door by 8:45, I must have a CAT scan thing of my chest, I must come home, eat, catch up, and watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What was your most unexpected music discovery that made you fall in love with a particular person’s music or songs – something that you either just took a chance on or heard on the radio and had to find out whose music or song it was – that sort of discovery. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, as I gird my loins for a CAT on a hot tin chest.