Hmm . . . The Kennedy Center Honors. Always forget about these things until December. Always find them exasperating and inspiring at the same time. Be nice to get one someday . . . Ah – there’s Zubin Mehta. Bet most viewers haven’t even heard of him; geez, I hope the awards continue to pay tribute to classical musicians in the future . . . Ug, couldn’t they have come up with something other than Fritz Kreisler for the tribute? Sigh. Suppose beggars can’t be choosers . . . Wouldn’t it be nice if the Kennedy Center honored Steve Reich or Elliott Carter or John Adams someday? Instead we get . . . Andrew Lloyd Webber. How many crescendos and cymbal crashes can one man pack into two minutes? Eee gads! Question: How does one explain to his fans that his music SUCKS???? “Well, but look how much money he makes!” Be nice to have that much money someday. But writing trash is no guarantee of financial success; gotta satisfy first the artist within. Ah – there’s Dolly Parton. Now these songs are nice. Unpretentious, heartfelt, lovely. (Wonder if Lloyd Webber’s listening . . . ) And the country folks are doing a nice job: Allison Krauss, Vince Gill, Kenny Rogers and so forth. And finally Steven Spielberg. Wonder if he remembers the nice little note he wrote for me years ago: “To David: Hope to hear your music on one of our films.” Be nice if he did.