On my way to the WFMU record show today in Manhattan, I did something I've been meaning to do for a while. I took a short detour before the George Washington Bridge and went to see Rudy Van Gelder's studio located at 445 Sylvan Avenue, Englewood Cliffs, New Jersey. To me, this recording studio is hallowed ground, considering all the beautiful music made there. I pulled in the driveway, and parked. Despite Rudy's cantankerous reputation, I took the shot, and rang the doorbell. The building's exterior looks really cool, mid-century modern, with a detached garage. It was 6pm, so I didn't think anyone would actually be there. A woman opened the door, wearing what appeared to be nurse clothes. She asked if I was there "for the car." I told her no, that I was just a fan, and that I'd love to say hello to Rudy, if he was around. She was very nice and said she'd go ask him. She returned in a few minutes and said that Rudy did not want to see anyone. She mentioned he's in a wheel chair. As I thanked her, I couldn't help but peer over her shoulder into the main recording room, with the coned wood ceiling. I said "wow" and she agreed, saying it was beautiful. Then, suddenly, over the intercom by the door, I hear a strong voice yelling "Catrina! Catrina! I don't want to see anyone!" Catrina says out loud "this is the guy I told you about..." Then voice yells "Close the door!" Catrina says sorry, I thanked her again then said into the intercom, "Hi Rudy, thank you for all the great work you did here." He apparently was listening to our conversation. In retrospect, it seems like it was the perfect Rudy Van Gelder moment.