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Just a footnote: Watching the DVD of the St. John's Passion (Rattle, Berlin, 2000) I am reminded of a silly little incident back in Berlin at about that time, the spring or fall of 2000.
The cyclist got the point and after a few pleasantries, left the table. Yes, Gisela is a faithful, if sometimes a little annoying, friend.
After a Barenboim rehearsal I went to his dressing room which, as usual, was crowded with well-wishers. When he spotted me, as always, he would launch into his favorite Argentine argo. We chatted for a while and then I had to go to a nearby coffee house for an appointment with our old friend Gisela.
An extremely attractive young woman, a cellist of the Deutsches Rundfunk Orchester, had been watching the scene. Upon leaving the Philharmonie she mounted her bycicle and followed me to the coffee hosue and, practrically uninvited (I had no objections, of course) joined our table. As if obeying a reflex reaction, Gisela blurted out "Henry, how is Wendy, your wife?"
An extremely attractive young woman, a cellist of the Deutsches Rundfunk Orchester, had been watching the scene. Upon leaving the Philharmonie she mounted her bycicle and followed me to the coffee hosue and, practrically uninvited (I had no objections, of course) joined our table. As if obeying a reflex reaction, Gisela blurted out "Henry, how is Wendy, your wife?"
The cyclist got the point and after a few pleasantries, left the table. Yes, Gisela is a faithful, if sometimes a little annoying, friend.
Gruess Gott.
Ich
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