It’s a little before noon Sunday, and in a few hours I’ll be heading to the East Side of Providence,
where a film I spent considerable time and effort scoring – “Small Potatoes” – will be premiering as part of the RI International Film Festival.
For some reason, I’m feeling unaccountably nervous … why? It’s not my film! I’m 70 … I should be too old to be nervous.
Anyway, please wish me luck … break a leg, or whatever.
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