Happy Late Saturday Night, Sweet Baby,
See, I'm getting my nights straightened out now, haha. I hope you had a nice day, and I must say that I loved the one post I saw earlier this evening - via your friend Sky - who talked about the opportunities he's had in a short period of time as a musician. It sounds like things are going great for him and he says he couldn't be happier. So, because I assume those could be your sentiments too, it just makes me Super Happy. :)
And since I am The Official Predictor Of Things, I am gonna say right now that your success is not only gonna continue in the New Year, but it's gonna continue to build, and by the end of 2017 you will be feeling the same things but even more so. So that's what's gonna happen....... :):)
I had a good day myself. My sister Vickie came over and we went to Total Wine for a tasting of Holiday Champagnes (oh boy!). Then, feeling good, we went over to Northridge Libe for a 2pm concert by our favorite local opera singers, Andy and Jennifer Ann Watson, who now has the same last name as him because they got married since we last saw them. They are so good - professional level (and they sing with the San Diego Opera) - and we always love to see them. This time they combined holiday music with opera and Broadway tunes.
I think in my next life, I wanna be an Opera Singer, SB. I am enjoying singing so much, and though I am not even close to being in their league, I just feel I could go in that direction next time around. If I don't become an astronomer, that is. Or an organist specialising in Early Music.......
But today, after watching the concert, I wanted to be an Opera Singer. :)
Tomorrow's song in church is "A Scarborough Carol", a take on the Simon & Garfunkel melody, which for all I know is a take on some ancient folk piece. Anyhow, there isn't much for me to do because the centerpiece of the song is a solo verse for soprano, but the short verses at beginning and end require precise harmonies, and very legato, so I am gonna nail 'em.
No other news, except that I watched an episode of "One Step Beyond" tonight instead of a movie. Interestingly, it had a minor Christmas theme, even though I picked it out at random. And, in the very first scene, a high-strung businessman is getting a massage, and I was watching and thinking - very quickly - "wait a minute, I recognise that guy", meaning the actor who was playing the masseuse.
You can file this one under the It's A Small World department. When I was a little kid, from birth to seven and a half years old, I lived in Reseda on the street just north of where I am typing this blog. We were round-the-block neighbors with Pearl and her family as you know, and on our own street, we had an across-the-street neighbor named Mr. Reeves. Mr. Reeves lived in a dark house, never turned his lights on very much. He drove an old, small, box-like car called a Metropolitan, which would be a very cool car nowdays (or even then). Mr. Reeves was a big, hulking man with slicked back black hair. I don't recall seeing him much, but when I did see him, I remember him wearing a suit.
This was the era of the Baby Boom, and we had a neighborhood full of kids. The kids lived and played in their own world, and did not know the nuances of the adult world. Our world was carefree, and we would knock on many neighbors' doors, hoping for a cookie, or to use a swimming pool in hot weather.
But my Mom told me early on, when I was about 4 or 5, "don't bother Mr. Reeves". I always remember her saying those exact words : "Don't bother Mr. Reeves".
Mr. Reeves seemed sad, or what we would call depressed nowdays. Kids also pick up on heavier stuff, and I surmised in my five year old mind that Mr. Reeves drank a lot. He sat by himself in his darkened house, drank a lot, but when he would come outside to drive his Metropolitan, he always had a suit on.
Perhaps that was because Mr. Reeves was an actor. Maybe he was going to the studio on any given day, in his Metropolitan.
If you look up Richard Reeves (also know as Dick Reeves) on IMDB, you will see that he had a ton of roles in TV shows of the 50s and early 60s, and even a fair amount of very small parts in some films. He always played a thug or some kind of heavy; he was a big guy, and not pretty. But he was in a ton of stuff, and that's one other thing we kids knew about him. Mr. Reeves was in show business.
We moved away from Reseda in 1968, at New Years. We moved to Northridge where I've been ever since, and I never thought about Mr. Reeves much since then, though I've seen him from time to time in old TV shows and a few film noirs. But tonight I recognised him right away, in the episode of "One Step Beyond".
Mr. Reeves passed away in 1967, right before we moved away. He was only 54.
But it was kind of cool to see him on a dvd of an old TV show all these years later.
It's a Small World, and you never forget people because some leave a mark, even for minor or unusual reasons. In Mr. Reeves' case, it was my Mom's admonition for us kids not to bother him.
That and his Metropolitan car.
And, he was in a ton of shows, our neighbor Mr. Reeves. ///
That's all for tonight, SB.
I Love You and will see you in the morning and then again after church.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
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