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About Me

155 lbs., trim, healthy, straight. I write and edit magazines and other promotional materials and have won more than 40 awards for editorial excellence. I straddle the line between the new and the old but often feel I was born in the wrong time. I am intensely and passionately romantic, and everything that the horoscope says about Scorpios is probably true about me.

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A Tribute to Lenny (Leonard Bernstein)
These clips show the incredible talent, passion and versatility of Leonard Bernstein, the quintessential American musical artist; composer, conductor and all-round life-loving guy. Mostly loved, sometimes hated and sometimes insecure about his immense talent, he earned fame conducting symphonies and composing for Broadway, but never achieved a place in the standard concert hall repertoire in the “classical” realm as he so wished (except as a “pops’ composer and for short “serious” works like the lighthearted Candide overture). He was a bisexual, and it is said he went to women for emotional needs and men for sexual ones. That is probably an oversimplification. I saw the man conduct only once, in early 1984, but it was a memorable evening in Chicago’s Orchestra Hall, not necessarily for what Lenny did right but for what he did wrong. After conducting the touring Vienna Philharmonic in the vigorous finale of Brahms’ second symphony, Lenny stepped down to the left off the podium, but missed the first step and fell flat on his face, partly displacing the concertmaster’s stand in the process and dropping his baton. He bruised his chest from a gold medallion he wore, but had hurt nothing else but his immense ego. He picked himself up, angrily grabbed his baton from the concertmaster and stalked off. The most remarkable thing about all of this, to me, was the gasp and total silence that came from the applauding audience. I mean the immense communal gasp, and the stopping on a dime of the applause, could not have been more precisely timed by Lenny himself. It was one of the most remarkable things I have ever heard. After all, everyone in the audience suddenly thought we had witnessed Lenny’s death by possible heart attack. It would not have been unexpected. After all the man lived hard, smoke and drank and whored with gusto. Still, when he died in 1990, it was all too soon. The three clips featured here come from an especially lively and inspired 1970s performance of Bernstein conducting and playing the piano with a French orchestra in the spiky, jaunty, modernistic Piano Concerto in g, by Maurice Ravel. Each clip covers each of the work’s three movements. Note not only the crispness of his attack in the opening and closing movements, but the incredible sensitivity in his control of tempo and dynamics in the slow romantic middle movement---something to truly savor. The French, recognizing a masterly performance of their own music when they hear it, erupt in an incredible roar at the end of this. It is a thrilling performance and a tour-de-force for Lenny, demonstrating his ability to lead from the piano while keyboarding a difficult work.


My Blog

basic needs

I place cloth, thick, between claws and skinbecause scratching's not my thingI stay away from cold walls, wet tilesMy wiles are for the warm and dryI walk away now from talons and teasingI seek the ea...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Dec 2008 02:43:00 GMT

blur

In the fog you never find the middleor the end, rainbow-likesolid and invisibleIt starts somewhere and ends somewhere,somehow, or maybe not, an illusionA broken stick, a covered trackan outline shadow...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Oct 2008 18:37:00 GMT

transit

The express shuttles vessels of sadnesshurtles them along when it comes;It is out there somewhere, inevitableApproaching from murky roads.Weary ones in the sad, dark duskbleary with eyes full of sleep...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Oct 2008 18:22:00 GMT

eclipses

Groping in full daylightwith darkened mindsOur partners peer into eyesseeing nothing but colorNothing of the worldhidden behind themThe face is a great wall...Unknown worlds, never knowablesporting fa...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Oct 2008 17:59:00 GMT

For S

I asked, "Do you feel weird?"telling your confusions to meI said that I did; you tooYou left himI still don't know whyAnd I left herWe are dancingwith each other's partners, it seemsPartners we cannot...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Oct 2008 14:09:00 GMT

kind of like a poem

The candle makes the shadows wave,so you wavered in your flight.The dainty drop of fire i lit,did you see it?You blew it out to blind meAnd home you flew awayon the smoke.-E
Posted by on Mon, 20 Oct 2008 05:13:00 GMT

Euro Chic: Mr. Dante Fontana, and a little tribute to Italian soundtracks

The weird harmonies, unusual instrumentation and arrangements, an eclectic sense of experimentation and a general giddiness are part of what make Italian movie soundtrack music of the '60s and '70s so...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Sep 2008 14:40:00 GMT

Hero of the Day: Dr. Thomas Mancuso

My father, who was a local labor leader and president for many years, died five years ago. Among his effects was a book called, "Help for the Working Wounded," issued by the International Association ...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Aug 2008 08:41:00 GMT

A bitter poem I wrote in 2001

FalseIs your Christian missionto coo in a brute's ear?Who do you deludewith your humorare you fooling your museor fueling a tumorAre you singing his praisesor raising traces of scornstinging your soul...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Aug 2008 11:08:00 GMT

Walmart security can kiss my ass as it breezes out the door

Let's see, I'd say that I've activated the inventory control system---you know, that gate that straddles the front doors and beeps---at Walmart about 4 times and at Meijer at least once. Guess what I ...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Aug 2008 22:36:00 GMT