Somehow I got through the lecture,
and the day came to show my work
to Buhlig. Again I
hitchhiked into L.A., arriving
somewhat ahead of time.
I rang the doorbell.
Buhlig opened it and said,
“You’re half an hour early.
Come back at the proper time.”
I had library books with me and
decided to kill two birds with one
stone. So I went to
the library to return the books,
found some new ones,
and then came back to Buhlig’s
house and again rang the doorbell.
He was furious when he
opened the door. He
said, “Now you’re half an
hour late.” He took me into the
house and lectured me for two hours
on the importance of time,
especially for one who proposed
devoting his life to the art of music.