Good morning, all! Another bad night of sleep, thanks to all this madness concerning this man in LA who wants an acknowledgement for all of his work I'd appropriated in my recording notes. Yesterday afternoon, I got a fawning, rather smarmy email from him about our previous friendly discourses on Herbert, period style, etc. I found it all interesting since I hadn't communicated with this person since 2008; I did try a couple of years ago in Feb. 2010 to reach him, as did the Library of Congress, but he had relocated and certainly never bothered to provide me, or them, with a new email address to contact him.
Unfortunately for him, he had attached his original email in which he never yells plagiarism, but certainly makes it clear that I didn't have an original thought in my notes since they all came from his research, lectures, etc. It certainly negates all of his good cheer in his email to me. So, after several hours thought, I decided I didn't want to capitulate and give in to what is essentially emotional blackmail; why is he so desperate to be acknowledged? It all creeps me out and pisses me off.
This morning, I am back to Toyland to wait for Fed Ex to cart some boxes to the Library of Congress. While waiting, I shall edit a few scores for ROBERTA.