Good morning, all! Yesterday had some interesting events, mostly centered around a vitriolic hateful email filled with lies by a delusional Fat Conductor of Enormous Ego and Little Talent whose career is on the skids. While I wasn't at all surprised to receive it since Maestro the Whale has been causing trouble for a month now, I was both amused and amazed at the number of lies in his allegations about me that he actually committed to print. So, I sent the email around to a lot of friends who know or who have worked with the jerk. There's probably some sort of libel claims I could pursue, but since the IRS is already trying to collect money, I might win the suit but I wouldn't collect any damages.
The funniest part of the email is when he tells me my work he's used in the past is so bad that he had to revise and rescore it: given that he's notorious for his inability to hear wrong notes, knows nothing about musical theory, and I have my original scores with nothing changed between them and the recordings, I believe the Maestro is crumbling faster than a year-old Girl Scout Cookie. I've had to clean up his work, and all the wrong notes, on several shows for the Cole Porter Trust and the Rodgers & Hammerstein Organization. I won't even go into the number of jobs he's been fired from.
Then, to add insult to injury, the Macbeths are still acting up. Trouble comes in threes. What's next?
So, today, I'm off to the Shubert Archive to examine the original materials for the Gershwin-Harburg-Arlen revue LIFE BEGINS AT 8:40. It will be fun to see the materials and visit with two good friends. I'm hoping Marc Swartz, the author of OZ BEFORE THE RAINBOW, will be there today. I love his book and I'll ask him to sign it.
TOD: May is a month with no memories. Heigh ho.
