ABSTRACT
In 1972, on one of the early Steve Reich & Musicians’ European tours, we were performing in Brussels, Belgium. As usual, the performers drove the truck, unloaded the equipment, played the concert and reloaded the truck. We were tired and hungry after all this, so when our sponsor, a man named Izzy Fizzman, asked if we wanted to go out for something to eat and drink, we all jumped at the chance.
