I get a call when I'm in Los Angeles. They call Russell. Russell comes in my room, and said, "The Pope is coming to San Francisco - the diocese in San Francisco. He needs you to write nine minutes for his entrance into Candlestick Park. He will in the Popemobile coming in and circle the park. We don't have any music ready for that. Could you write something? " I said, "Russell, what do they want me to write? " He said, They've given me one sentence: `upon this rock, I will build my church, and the jaws of Hell cannot [ ]'. " I said, "Nine minutes on that? Turn it down. " So he calls back. "Mr. Brubeck thinks he cannot write nine minutes of music for the Pope on that one sentence. " So I go to bed - and this often happens to me. I will dream an answer, because I'm so pent up about this assignment. Bach would write a fugue and could use the words over and over again. I said, "Ask them if they could give me one more sentence? That would help give me more to work with. " So he called back. Everything was going fine. They'll give me "what is loosed on earth shall be loosed in heaven," which is . . .