I had only a month. Hinako, Alan Hovhaness' wife had telephoned asking if I could record the Concerto No. 10 with the Seattle Symphony. I asked her to send me the score as quickly as possible and promised to do my very best. It was a lonely month of woodshedding.
I drove straight from the Seattle airport to the Hovhaness' home, armed with questions about the score, asking as many as possible and using every delay and stalling tactic which I could invent to postpone the inevitable, having to play this newly-learned concerto for Alan's scrutiny.
The moment of truth could not be denied any further. I nervously launched into my fresh-from-the-woodshed efforts, arrived at the last note and holding my breath, prepared for a storm of criticism.
Only one gentle comment from Alan followed: "Thank you for playing my music." How could I have imagined anything else from someone so humble in his greatness?