Well, dear readers, I am sitting here like so much fish, listening to a John Williams Boston Pops album of sci-fi themes – I do enjoy these types of compilation albums. All pills have been taken, all meals have been eaten, and all irritations have been put away. Well, sort of. And the weather forecasters are, for the eighth time in eight weeks, promising cool weather next week (always next week) and even showers. Better prepare. Well, you’re like the weathercasters who cried wolf at this point and we’re all a little tired of it. THIS week was supposed to be nice and cool. And yes, the house is 70 when I get up but is now currently 77-degrees – hint: that’s not nice and cool. What is this, a bitch-fest? Has this turned into and old-fashioned bitch-fest? Maybe we should nip that in the bud or at least bud that in the nip. As I write this, Mr. Williams is giving us Jerry Goldsmith’s end title music for Alien, which is more than we got in the movie, because director Ridley Scott replaced it with Howard Hanson’s symphony number two. That darn Ridley. I did manage to watch a rather harrowing documentary from two years ago, and HBO Documentary entitled Great Photo, Lovely Live, about a photo-journalist trying to learn more and come to terms with her grandfather’s pedophile history with her mom and her sister (she came along later and thankfully escaped that), not to mention all the other little girls he did this to in his chiropractic office. Right at the top, he acknowledges that he did it all, that he’s grateful to no longer have those urges, and, shockingly sitting there and saying that the kids went along with it willingly and liked it a lot. Delusion at its finest. It’s not pleasant to watch, but it’s riveting, compelling, and nauseating, especially when religion rears its head, as if that fixes everything because, you know, forgiveness. It’s just under two hours and if you like harrowing documentaries, you might find it interesting and compelling. I have to say that I’m not in love with the sound on these Boston Pops albums from the Williams era. Compare and contrast with the brilliant Pops sound from the Fiedler era. And hey, Sony, where is THAT box set. We NEED that box set. Prior to that, I slept almost eight hours, never heard from content lady so wrote the higher-ups, who I know are on my side, and we’ll figure out which way this is heading on Monday.
I had Maria’s Kitchen for lunch – not her literal kitchen but my usual penne with pink sauce with two mini-meatballs. That arrived quickly and was very good, as it always is. Then I did stuff on the computer, the author’s book went live on Amazon, so that’s good – obviously, they had no issues with the content – I nuked seventy-eight spam messages off the landline phone whilst sitting on my comfy armchair in the living room. It is the comfiest thing to sit in and I have dozed off in that chair so many times and unlike the couch, I don’t wake up with phlegm or throat weirdness. And that’s what happened – I dozed off for two hours and slept so peacefully and well in that comfy armchair. I finally got up around four-thirty, said a farewell to arms, and I had a slice of berry cake, but didn’t finish it because I’ve ordered it too much – I need a berry break. Then I caught up on a few things, watched the documentary and had a Del Taco taco and cheeseburger. The taco was oke but the cheeseburger was quite tasty, I thought. And that was, as they say, that.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll have me a nice ME day, I’ll go to the mail place, I’ll eat something reasonable, I’ll pill pop, I’ll put up some new stuff on eBay, but mostly I’ll watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow will be a replay of today, then hopefully on Monday we’ll either resolve the publisher thing or refund and do KDP, then we have another casting session, then callbacks. I put up casting stuff on a few LA Facebook theater groups – crickets.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up when I’m up, have a ME day, go to the mail place, eat something reasonable, pill pop, put up some new items on eBay, but mostly watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: For those who grew up with Arthur Fiedler and the Boston Pops, what were your favorite albums of theirs and which album of pop music that he did did you love? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy that I have a comfy armchair who which I can always crack wise with a farewell to arms.