sitting down

I can't believe it...

I haven't been to this blog since November? What have I been doing that I couldn't come on for ten minutes and at least said hi. And how's everyone been doing on this Van hiatus. I've mostly been listening to live Astral Weeks stuff since November. Or at least I was bent on doing just that. Lately, though, I don't even have time for music...except in the car. Which reminds me, I had a show playing in the car last week, and out of it came a little trivia question:

At what show did Van namecheck Ray Charles in three separate songs; not only that, but the three songs followed each other on the setlist? Hint: it was a show from the '90s.

But no time to listen to music makes for not much time to listen to Van. But that all changes tomorrow. April 1...I'm going to sit down and catch up on some writing. And what I mostly want to write about is that year of Astral Weeks we had.

So guess what I'll be listening to pretty much nonstop for the next while? Everyone else will be off boogying in those southern parts and I'll be crooning in my cups, deep in the throes of Madame Joy et al. Getting on that train!

But that's tomorrow. Tonight, I'm going to pop the Hollywood Bowl DVD in. I was going to watch Basquiat, but it wouldn't play. Last night I watched what I thought was a good movie, The Dancer Upstairs. With the most stunning version of Sandy Denny's Who Knows Where the Time Goes sung by Nina Simone.

I've landed in that area of my Netflix queue where Javier Bardem dwells, and The Dancer Upstairs is another of them. The night before I'd seen him in Before Night Falls, where we get to see the devil-may-care Johnny Depp in a couple of roles.

I was looking forward to another movie tonight. Hollywood Bowl was an easy choice. Take me back.

So, the video watching should work out OK, don't you think?
Here's to the same success with tomorrow's project.
I'll let you know how it goes.