Good morning, all! I've been up since 6:00am, with morning ablutions, emails, first cup of coffee, and concerns. In another 30 minutesI will walk to the 83rd Street post office and ship these full scores. I remember one bizarre dream: I was dying and loking for directors to cover several projects I had coming up. I gave J.K. Simmons the production of Kalman's COUNTESS MARITZA with a concert band in Australia, and I was wondering around Lincoln Center, coughing and gasping for air, trying to cover the other projects. I rarely dream I'm in the throes of death or murder, so it gives me pause.
The phone conversation last night lasted nearly three hours, from 4:25 to 7:15. It was good. I think we now have an office, I have DEAREST ENEMY recording concerns that will most likely linger for months, and I hope the estate made some money on this McGlinn auction, something I need to deal with on Wednesday. Life with the Man from Philadelphia isn't dull, that's for sure!
Today, notes on reassembling ROBERTA for the copyists, and more of THE ONLY GIRL. Depending on how the day goes, I may go to this Noel Coward event at the NYPL this evening. Steve Ross and two ladies are performing a lot of unpublished cut songs from THE GIRL WHO CAME TO SUPPER and other shows. Tomorrow I'll be at Toyland waiting for a delivery. That's my story.
Coffee and meds to follow.