Good morning, all! I have a few rounds of laundry this morning and a lot of THE LADY OF THE SLIPPER to write about.
I took the American Accent quiz: Inland North, whatever that means.
About a year ago this time, I began working on a restoration of Harold Arlen's LIFE BEGINS AT 8:40 for the Library of Congress Music Division. We visited the Shubert Archive to look at - and photocopy some - original materials, the Gershwin Trust librarian worked his fanny off copying everything they had and shipping it, we had to do budgets by the beginning of June, and I wrote out vocal sheets, and assembled scores. Contracts were supposed to be in place at the end of the summer. Through brouhahas and what I would guess are major beaurucratic snafus, we still have no authorization to continue the work, I cannot bill for what I've done, and the Library owes me and a few colleagues money for laast year's work. I'm both irritated and angered by this nonsense. Yesterday, I sent an email about all this to several colleagues - including those who also deserve payment for work performed - as well as friends at the LoC and the Gershwin Trust. There's been no response from anyone. I guess there will be no LIFE BEGINS . . . orchestra reading of the restoration in May.
TOD:
Doritos
Haagen Daz