The Night Before The Night Before Christmas

Hey Soul Mates,
I hope that you are all doing well this holiday weekend. I spent my Saturday doing a lot of business and errands around North Hollywood. It gave me time to listen to the two LPs I've boiled it down to in the Album of the Year category. Being a Grammy voter is serious stuff, as I mentioned previously. Both records have their merits and their missteps. Listening to them in the car though really brings out the best in a disc. No decision yet. There are plenty of categories where I'm already certain, but AotY still has me listening keenly. I might tell you in person what they are, but don't ask me to print them.

Other than Grammy nominees, Dylan Thomas' reading of his seasonal opus "A Child's Christmas In Wales," has been in heavy rotation on the iPod. It's a fantastic piece of work. Sometime in the future I'm going to commit A Child's Christmas to memory. So much of the imagery reminds me of Winters on the North Coast. Without the windchill factor. Christmas in Los Angeles is brisk and breezy; thankfully, no snow. At least it feels cool enough to wear a nice wool sweater under the blazer.

Another part of the day was spent posting our e-Ornament to our friends on MySpace. If I haven't gotten to you yet, sorry. And double-apologies if I miss you altogether. It's time-consuming being on MySpace and we have so many friends... Here's what our virtual air-freshener/ornament looks like! Just like 4th grade, I made it myself from pinecones, paste and play-doh.

Alright, I'm off to see my friend Micah perform in the perennial Hollywood cavalcade "The Fruitcake Follies." Time to look sharp.

Next blog: the 10 Best Things I've Heard All Year. I promise. Just in case: Merry Christmas (and Happy Hanukkah)!
Love, Power, Peace On Earth

Comments

Anonymous said…

A propos of which, I just located the 1982 poster of the Cleveland production of the Child's Christmas - shall I take a photo for you to post? pv

6:35 AM, December 31, 2006

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