You got to meet Morton Subotnick, chauffeur him around!? I say that kinda evens out the regrettable-ness of missing him in Seattle, in other words, it doesn't count as a regret. I regret I wasn't there with you. So... Details? Did you just hang back and be all cool and nonchalant or did you pummel him with questions and/or adoration? Obviously, I think you wouldn't be like a teenager meeting Miley Cyrus or whatever - but come on, Morton Subotnick!!? It's like getting to drive John Cage around and pick his brain. Lucky devil, you.
~Andrew