Not long ago I conducted a program with the Louisiana Philharmonic Orchestra which included the Sibelius symphonic poem, Finlandia. As part of my preparation last night, I did a quick search of YouTube to see and hear some video clips of the piece being performed live. I was delighted when I found an old black and white clip with the New York Philharmonic led by Leonard Bernstein.
I’ve been a fan and devotee of Mr. Bernstein’s work since I met and studied with him in conducting classes at the Tanglewood Music Center many years ago. Mr. Bernstein’s conducting of Finlandia featured his usual hallmarks: intelligence, insight, and passion. But what struck me most was when the cameras cut to individual audience members. One camera lingered on the face of a young concert-goer, not much younger than myself when the performance took place, presumably sometime in the sixties.
Allowing my imagination to run for a moment I wondered if, like me, seeing Mr. Bernstein and the New York Philharmonic would have inspired her to make music her life’s profession. As I finished watching the video, I vowed to try once again to remember and recapture those moments of splendid joy when making music. When nothing else in the world mattered. But to do so requires putting oneself in another time and space, shutting out all other distractions—iPhones, email, Web searches, etc—and as Mr. Bernstein himself said to me and the dozen other young conductors gathered around him at a dormitory near Tanglewood: “resetting your own internal clock.”