Well, dear readers, it is late and so perhaps I’ll write these here notes in a hurry because late isn’t great, although it’s not bad, or maybe just a tad. Let’s begin with yesterday and start at the very beginning, a very good place to start. I am happy to announce that I got eight and a half hours of straight through sleep – that hasn’t happened in ages. It was nice getting up and not feeling like I’d been hit with a battering ram. Have you ever been hit by a battering ram? Not computer RAM, mind you, but an actual ram. Was the ram a ram in sheep’s clothing. Did you know that a ram isn’t sheepish? A ram is an adult sexually mature male sheep, although frankly that’s TMI. But a young sheep that is not sexually mature is called a lamb, but can a lamb be a battering ram? A ram of a lamb? Have you ever been hit by a battering ram aka a member of the Rams football team? Well, if you must know, and you must, a battering ram is a machine, a big machine that rams and batters like nobody’s business. Which, of course, reminds me of the story of The Randy Vicar and the Ram-a-Lamb-a-Ding-Dong – that one is a real corker, if you get my meaning and I know you do. I have no idea what the HELL I’m talking about, so isn’t it about time I share blurb one with you? I think so. Bill is, of course, the playwright I just worked with, but I felt comfy going to him because he’s also an award-winning author of many novels and he also blurbed one of the Harry Stearns mysteries.
“With Person Unknown Bruce Kimmel has written a stand-alone that’s a mystery in more ways than one — it’s not only a whodunnit but a what-the-hell’s-been-done-in-the-first-place? Written in Kimmel’s clean, no frills, style, Person Unknownpulled me in from the opening pages as his protagonist struggles to answer these questions. The reader is fully immersed in the protagonist’s point-of-view. He’s a man trying to put a puzzle together without the pieces. Who is he? Who can he trust? The only way to find out is to read it, which I highly recommend you do.”
—Bill Fitzhugh, award-winning author of the cult favorite Pest Control etc.
Isn’t that a fun blurb? Where was I? Oh yes, I got up, answered e-mails, had a Cobb salad from Stanley’s, got dressed and moseyed on over to the mail place to pick up a small package and – no important envelope, which has clearly been lost or stolen. I’ve already written AFTRA and told them to switch me to direct deposit and to stop payment on the check and when two weeks has elapsed, to put the money in my bank account so we don’t get behind. So, I came right home. Once back home, I did some work on the computer, finally got the second blurb and I’m waiting to hear if I can get a third – totally depends on the timing. Then I went in the boudoir and napped out for four hours. I got up at seven and did the dance of the seven veils, which tuckered me out pretty good. I watched a couple of irritating YouTube videos, answered some e-mails, had some texting volleys, decided I needed a little something beyond the salad so got some wings and those arrived and hit the spot, at which point the spot retaliated like the battering ram the spot is. And here we are. Late.
Today, I’ll be up by eleven at the latest, I have a noon o’clock Zoom meeting with my set designer about availability and how we’ll be working – as he’s going off to some graduate program – I think it will all work out fine. After that, I’ll call AFTRA and make sure they got the e-mail and know the payment is not here (I’ll call the mail place first, just to make sure), I hope to hear from the potential third blurber and I’m really hoping he’ll have the time to do it – it’s a short book, about 184 pages. I’ll eat something – not sure what – trying to not do any bread, pasta, or stuff like that for the next few weeks. May have to do a Gelson’s run for soup or a cube steak or something like that. Maybe some sauteed veggies with it. We’ll see how I’m feeling. Then I must finish liner notes and get them where they’re going and I’m still waiting to hear about the current CD and when we’ll be able to ship – I’m starting to get really irritated with the lack of communication about it. Then I’ll watch, listen, and relax.
Don’t know what’s happening tomorrow, but Saturday I’m seeing a show Barry Pearl directed and one I have a strong connection to – I Love You, You’re Perfect, Now Change – the cast album of which I produced early in its off-Broadway run and which became the best-selling of all the cast albums I produced thanks to a ten year run. Kay Cole is my plus one, and we’re dining with Barry before the performance. Sunday will be a ME day and then next week is super busy.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by eleven, have a Zoom at twelve, call AFTRA at one, eat at two, hopefully hear about the CD by three, finish liner notes by four, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: Are you a fan of the following meats – I know some are, some aren’t – if you are, what are your favorite dishes? If you aren’t, why? I’ll start – my father could not eat lamb. If we had lamb chops, he had to have something else. The Kimmel kids did like lamb chops, but I haven’t had one in over sixty-five years. I wonder if I could eat a lamb chop now? Rabbit? Never in a million years. Veal? Used to enjoy a veal chop or other veal dishes, especially veal Oscar – I think I’d be okay with veal. Pigeon? Never in a million years. Venison? Never. Any kind of brains – never. Duck? Used to love duck l’orange but haven’t had it in at least forty years. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to have done notes on a battering ram.