After 75 minutes in the oppressive filth of the McGlinn apartment, I had to leave: dust 2-3 inches thick everywhere, a complete mess of an apartment with empty cassette and CD cases everywhere, LPs, DATs, CDs and reel-to-reel tapes everywhere, floor and shelves, and the hugest private collection of scores, vocal and orchestra, i've ever seen: complete hardbound editions of Schoenberg, Walton, Beethoven, vocal scores of operas from all of the places he'd worked: tons of Tschaikovsky, Mussorgsky, Rimsky-Korsakov, Shostakovich, and Glinka in Russian, and pages of manuscript in his hand for numbers from Gershwin, Rodgers & Hart, Porter, etc. everywhere. On my way up Lexington Avenue, I thought about the whole situation and burst into tears and sobbed at the corner of 79th Street and Lexington Avenue as I waited for the bus.
Well, I see Luke and Noah are free but I missed the big scene because of a press conference by the Mayor about the swine flu problem. Why he couldn't have waited for Dr Phil is beyond me!