Doug, I know--or at least suspect--how busy your job can be, so with that, I do really appreciate you taking the time to entertain my questions. It meant a lot to me.
Very interesting beginnings with the "movie memorabilia" connection--makes me wonder what sort of goodies you may have on your wall, poster-wise, signature-wise, etc.. Then again, I always sense you being super classy in the presence of composers and celebrities alike, so maybe you've never asked for all that you could have out of respect for treating them like normal human beings. Hey--not a bad idea, I guess.

In regards to the masterings, I'm completely in concurrence with you. I, as well, always like to differentiate between instruments and melodies. There are plenty of classic "albums" that would be much less fruitful had the tracks originally been "mushed" together as a whole. In fact, I always believed Horner may have understood this more than most. Take a look at his conducting and one can safely assume how obsessive he is in terms of where his orchestra sits, how loud or soft they play, etc. With Flightplan, he had the orchestra so tight around his table, I thought Horner was going to play all the instruments himself! Meticulous... yet meaningful.
I'm not certain if folks like Varese Sarabande are innocently aiming their efforts toward their modern, ear-bud audience, or if they're just not as experienced behind the curtain as soundtrack engineers, but I'd like to see it quieted down so we can really enjoy each of the players on stage. After all, we only have two channels to hear the most we can. Mastering really can--and often does--ruin the beautiful work they do on those floors. If only what they performed made it to our ears precisely the way it first fell from their fret-bearing fingers--boy, I'd be a happy guy.
Again, thanks a lot for the response, Doug. I await your magic on whatever's to arrive from Universal and Disney (Disney--what a place for scores!). Count on me riding in your back seat 'til you run out of gas. Remember, you're my taxi to Intradaville... week after week... for life.