In 2003 I got a phone call from Liz Callaway, who was doing a pops concert gig and trying to organize the charts she had, mostly mine, to determine exactly what needed to be done in setting an orchestra and number of orchestra parts she needed for strings, etc. We met at the Cafe 82 around the corner from my apartment, took a large table, and started inventorying and gossiping.
I had been working with the Packard Humanities Institute since 2001, and I hadn't spoken to BK in a couple of years, although I had received a very biased call from a major (reed) player in the disaster that befell BK and the label which shall not be named. My story didn't jive with Liz's report and that gave us much to discuss, including something I did not know since i was still very much a computer moron. At that point I could do email and eBay, and eleven years later, i can still do very little.
