I particularly liked this part, about his and his wife's (also a professional clarinetist) shared studio:
A slab of glass sits on a nondescript black desk, used to work on reeds. Boxes of them fill a wicker basket. In a drawer a cardboard box contains a jumble of barrels — the barrel being the short section of the clarinet below the mouthpiece — and many mouthpieces. Mr. Drucker is always looking for a backup, he said, but nothing will improve on the mouthpiece he bought from Russianoff in 1948 for $6. He still plays it.