Mar

23

one of the worst and most loathsome audibles i've ever listened to - and I listen to one every nite - is Paul Ford's Lord Knows, At Least I Was There: Working with Stephen Sondheim. the one good thing in it, beside all the times he traded sex for a discount on a record or two, was that Sondheim gave him piano lessons and taught him how to play a rubato. it's a temporary quickening in the pace of a piece without changing the timing of the whole piece. How many time do you see a rubato in the market?

Sondheim liked to lean into his piano to create rubato, e.g., in Sweeney Todd when talking about his razor. strangely Sondheim planned to be a Mathematician and majored in it at Williams. Strangely I used rubato in all my racquet sports to gain an advantage.

I played Joe racquetball at the central park courts shortly before I had my stroke. To his credit he beat me which is very hard since I won the racquetball nationals in 1976 , but what Joe didn't know is that I played him with my opposite hand, Lefty.

That brings to mind all the great times and lessons learned with Marty Riesman. Marty loved hustling almost as much as he loved his microscopes. some of the players at Miles's ping pong emporium told me that they waited to play Riesman at the end of the nite and always walked away with all his money which he held loose from his Chinese restaurant. When I first played him i played with my left and took some cash from him. but I took him that evening to Le Bernadine with Herb London.

Gilbert Le Coz the cofoundner with his sister joined us that nite and was fascinated by Marty's stories and Herb London's take on reducing NY taxes. The next day Gilbert worked out in the gym and passed away from a heart attack.

as lagniappe, a little story: I can always get a reservation at Le Bernadin and they treat me as an important dignitary. Its not because they think I'm important - I lost my luster 48 years ago - but my brother fortuitously bought Bitcoin when it was $5 sine 29 years ago. Not having any loose bucks he reached into his pocket and gave a handful of bitcoins to Ben the maître d' for 29 years. "Keep it," my brother said, "someday it may be worth something." now that the coins have appreciated some 800,000%, i shine in reflected glory and am remembered, as I look like my brother.

One more thing: talking of Sondheim's rubato, i find deep poignancy and yes love in this song. For some 50 years through many a rubato and vicissitude, one woman has been my friend, lover and now caretaker. It's Susan, my wife. Here's the song that I still think of her as.

The best version how I feel. and I correct: It's only been 46 years.

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