Twenty-two years ago today, I was in London, recording Victor Herbert's The Lady of the Slipper with John McGlinn, who after three months in London had gone completely bonkers. At that point, I doubt there wasn't anyone on the project he hadn't driven to the point of resigning. Alison Fox, recently retired from EMI, was our recording scheduler and manager. She walked out in frustration at least once a week.
I flew to London on Sunday, Sept. 9. I cannot remember the name of the 4-star hotel, but it was a lovely place to stay, and I cannot remember now if we began recording on Sept. 10 or the following Tuesday. I only remember now the horror of that Tuesday. Watching the events in Manhattan unfold on a small TV in the manager's office at Henry Wood Hall was much like watching via security camera your house bein pilfered and then destroyed.