Good morning, all! It's seems to be a nice day in NYC. I slept rather well, with one peculiar dream involving my friend Leigh Beery, aka Mrs Jonathan Tunick, a drive, a pie, and a 2nd floor balcony needing guard rails. I think Joshie and Jonathan were in the dream as well, and I have a memory of Goldman Park in Middletown, OH. Oy!
The laundry is in the washers, and in about 10 minutes it goes into the dryers. Following that, I am off to City Center to go over the vocal score fixes for DEAREST ENEMY. That's pretty much my day.
I was reading by the age of four, perhaps earlier, thanks to my mother, grandmother, and aunts reading to me daily while we lived at my grandmother's house, and the family parlor game was having me select 78's from the record collection. My favorite was Khatchaturian's "Sabre Dance," recorded by the Boston Pops, but I must blame this game for my attachment to popular songs of the 1940s.