I am drunk on my ass. After the memorial, which ended at 4:30, there was a reception for performers and speakers at Il Bottino on 24th and 10th Avenue. The hors d'ouevres were tasty, the bar was free and I drank too much. I got to spend quality time with many wonderful glorious people today. As to the tribute, it was moving, funny, touching, outrageous and very sentimental. Jason Graae sang and camped his way outrageously through Jerome Kern's funny "Napoleon," principal cellist of the Met Orchestra Jerry Grossman played Victor Herbert's "Legende" for cello and piano beautifully, his wife the wonderful soprano Korliss Uecker sang the hell out of my favorite Victor Herbert song "Barney O'Flynn." Teresa Stratas, looking fantastic at 71, talking about false friends who drop you, told about John McGlinn calling her every day after the surgery that lost her voice, never to say "you'll get it back," but to talk to her about everything but her anguish and how much she respected that and his concerns for her. As soon as Rebecca Luker and George Dvorsky began "Till the Clouds Roll By," I teared up, my friend Betty Auman talking about John and reading a letter from the ailing Russell Warner in Seattle totally lost it. It was all quite lovely and I hope the audience who was there fro the 2.5 hours had a wonderful time.
So, now I'm drunk and ready for bed.