|Text and Illustrations by ©Bob Schulenberg
My brother Richard had left Capitol Records to become the head of DOT Records' legal department, and with his wife Nancy he came to New York to connect with the New York office.
It had been an exciting summer for pop music, The Summer of Love in San Francisco, the Monterey Pop Festival that introduced a broader world to Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix and all of those groups that would literally make history. My brother's timing was good!
I went with him to check out DOT's offices.
|After, we met Mara at la Crêpe (which Mara always laughingly called la Creep).|
|As my brother and Nancy were being entertained I was invited to a dinner downtown at The Homestead Restaurant by Jon Peterson, whom I'd met the previous summer on Fire Island. One of the guests was a psychiatrist who hadn't said much during dinner but as he noticed me drawing he asked me in a way that I thought was a little hostile, "Do you ever draw yourself?" I told him that I had but that my books were more about the world around me.
"Well — how do you see yourself? "
He tore off a bit of The Homestead's traditional paper tablecloth and said, "Here! Show me!"
I think he was expecting me to somehow draw a flattering version of myself but instead, I drew a fairly objective not-so-complimentary drawing and handed it back to him. He looked deflated but didn't say anything and for the rest of the evening just sat looking depressed.
|After, we were invited for drinks and more conversation.
The psychiatrist didn't come.
|Louise "Lou Lou" Deutschman was someone I'd known in Paris and was part of the group of friends around Bobby and Dick Waddell.|
|She was in a longtime, complicated relationship with Charles Buffum.
In Paris Charles had frequently referred to his Auntie Buff and it wasn't until years later, I learned that Auntie Buff was the formidable Mrs. Norman Chandler of the Los Angeles Times and one of Los Angeles's most generous philanthropists!
|We were enjoying a long dinner at Michel de France with Louise and I reminiscing about Paris and sharing our memories with Bobby and Dick.|
|At a certain point, my ability to perceptibly draw was impeded by wine.|
|The next evening I was at Philharmonic Hall at Lincoln Center.|
|The New York Philharmonic performed Bruckner's Symphony No. 5.
Was I the only person who thought that Bruckner really had very little to say? Or was it simply pale by comparison to the pop music that was surrounding us — music that stressed love and peace and forcefully criticized the government, LBJ, the Vietnam War — everything!*
|*Little known — but devastating!|
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