Last night I read a rather touching essay about Leonard Bernstein. It was by David Hyde Pierce and it appeared in the program for the J. Newsom show at Carnegie Hall. He talked about how he used to take his parents to CH when he was poor and they sat in horrible seats, seats so far forward on the second tier that they couldn’t see the orchestra. But they could see Bernstein’s face, and it was full of light and other conductorly attributes. Anyway, the essay further proved that DHP is a genius of uncommon variety and the world is good.