Good morning, all! Eleven years ago today, I was sitting in London's Henry Wood Hall, working on a recording of Victor Herbert's LADY OF THE SLIPPER with a great cast and chorus, the London Sinfonietta, and an insane conductor. When Maestro McGlinn got too irritable, to egocentric, George Dvorsky and Hugh Panaro, our leading men, went up to the manager's office to kill the time peacefully watching television. They shortly came down to report that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. Since McGlinn was raging at everyone, I decided to follow them back upstairs and watch the events. For all I knoew, some small aircraft had lost control and hit the building. I had no idea it was the end of an era.
I wasn't in Manhattan, but I imagine the day was a beautiful one, similar to today. I will shortly head down to Toyland. I hope I hear today about this crew showing up. I'm out Thursday, and I would like it it finished by Monday.
Also, no word on my apartment AC either. Frustration!