I've just had a short conversation with Philip Glass, who was practicing in the music studio next door. I was lurking in the hallway as he started and stopped, then after a while the door opened. He didn't look super startled to find me there. I told him how to find the men's restrooms (he asked) and I told him how much I was looking forward to his
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I'll bet you were grinning and blushing. I would have been! :D
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I was actually surprisingly composed when we talked- he was another human, being, y'know? And shorter than I was! Which surprised me. I had my crazy grinning/blushing/crazy gesticulations once I was back in the Patron Services office. :)
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My culture quotient is pretty well filled these days with Portland Center Stage, but I'll have to see if there's a seat I can afford for Orphée.
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That's way better than me interrupting an IM chat with IgnobleBard to run to the deli and buy milk for my morning coffee and came back to tell him that I had met my Fingon the Elf on the way to the corner and he asked me for directions to the F train. (OK. OK. So mine was only my image of a fictional character, but the guy asking directions was real, tall and lithe, dark and handsome, Noldorin-looking, had Fingon's dark blue eyes and I talked with him for two minutes.)
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\O/
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