LEAPIN’ LENNY

I read with interest, and some chuckles at the jokes, your music reviewer’s notice of our New York Philharmonic concert last Friday.

This critical (sic) review is, indeed, the Martie Bernheimer Show. It gushes, mushes, rants, exhorts, calumniates, fulminates, excoriates, proclaims, declaims, rhetoricizes, orates, desecrates and defecates all over the page, even as the poor old maestro, all over the stage. Pace Plato, pace Bernard Shaw, requiescat the critical intelligence, the human ear, the divine torment of Peter Tchaikovsky.

R.I.P.

LEONARD BERNSTEIN

San Francisco