Alan Gilbert gives a tour of his Lincoln Center suite clubhouse:
It is Philharmonic tradition to let new conductors design the suite according to their liking, and Mr. Gilbert’s version: grand piano, Persian-ish rug, sweet stereo system and a framed vanity license plate reading “Mozart” — had what he described as “a clublike feel, the kind of place you’d just be happy hanging out in.”
What?! No wii? No vintage Galaga arcade machine? No mini-fridge full of Olde English 800s? Not even Willem Mengelberg's bronzed baby shoes? Gilbert, hock that ~royal blue, velvet-covered couch~ for an xbox or we're never coming over.