Good morning, all! I slept very well last night, although I did wake at some point between 11:30 pm and 8 am to a lot of very very loud thunder, lightning and another downpour. I hope it cols everything down.
DR Jose, the super's grandson did stop by around 5 pm yesterday, in the midst of my Life Begins at 8:40 madness, to see if i'd talked to George yet. I did leave George a note asking him to come by the apartment and see how beautifully Dragan had prepared the bookcases for him, but he hasn't in in his shop since Thursday.
The madness does continue: I thought that the wonderful Marnie, who's put together all of the orchestra parts as well as printing and binding orchestra scores and vocal books for the reading - the Library of cCngress Music Division has invited the Gershwin, Arlen, and Harburg famillies to the reading - had left town for a week with family and we got a demand from the LoC yesterday afternoon for more scores. This set me off, since the order for additional materials should have been settled before August 13, the original date set for the reading. I'm already on thin ice with the Music Division because they've been giving me hell for having the nerve to be pissed at the asses in the LoC Accounts Payable dept who aren't paying their invoices on time, then I had this email claiming conversations with the conductor I never had, followed by a late demand for more printed materials. Since i thought Marnie was away, I emailed back that that was impossible. Well, tomorrow she leaves for vacation, so today I have to help her finish up, then she will print for me a Fed Ex label and I will ship the scores on Monday. I was so loking forward to this reading and now I am so over it.The day I am looking forward to the most is Sept 2, when I return to NYC.
I was telling a friend of mne about the claimed conversation between me and the conductor, and he thinks the conductor is setting me up to be the fall guy if things don't go well in DC on the conductor's end. There's a conductor at Encores! who uses that modus operandi. It's very possible.
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My first real memory of a family trip is around 1954, when I was eight or maybe younger. My dad's brother lived in DC, working for some huge company as a physicist - before he turned Nazarene and got into kinky sects - and my dad wanted to see DC and visit his brother. My whole memory of the trip is getting fascinated with an exhibit at the Smithsonian, being separated from my family and spending about 2 hours in panic mode looking for them.
