With Maryanne, I felt the woman-power of an artist for the first time in my life. Her unique hearing of sounding events and her loving sensibility toward space, people, and incredibly drawn-out duration, her pure, uncompromising commitment, her unabashed femininity and ironic humor, were for me a musical lesson long overdue. And let’s not forget her husky laugh, her fastest-gun-in-the-West comebacks, her self-acquired scientific sheen, and her ability to drink anyone under the table. Does this explain why she had so few devoted women friends? Why men approached her as one approaches an oracle? Why she worked like a dog and remained poor as a mouse?