We sat in a café across the street from his apartment and talked for exactly an hour. He always met people in that café instead of his apartment so he could get up and leave if he didn’t like them. He was wearing a big overcoat and didn’t take it off so I figured he would quickly leave, but he seemed to enjoy our discussions. From time to time he would unbutton a button on his coat. His coat was mostly open by the end of our visit. I wondered if people judged the success of their visits by how many buttons he undid.
If you’re interested in hearing an excerpt of Osborne’s music, here’s one. (It’s not from the composition he sent Beckett.) The trombone is played by Abbie Conant. The score lets you follow along.