Well, another Carnegie Hall concert come and gone. Again, it was a thrilling experience, and again, there were a few hundred friends and patrons from Harrisburg at the concert.

Let me start with that. How cool is it that 200 Harrisburg Symphony patrons made the trip to NYC to see me conduct at Carnegie Hall? It certainly give me a fuzzy, warm feeling inside. And people wonder why I like it here....

I took the train to NY on Wednesday afternoon, affording me several uninterrupted hours of work time. I stayed Wednesday night with my dear friends the Azenbergs, who conveniently live a block away from Carnegie Hall. I watched the ball game, couldn't sleep (sadly, par for the course), and went to rehearsal on Wednesday morning, the start of a very long day. The rehearsal was in the auditorium of the Jewish Community Center on 76th Street. Nice facility. Rehearsal was vigorous, focussing mostly on the Korngold violin concerto (with Pip Clarke), and the Enescu Rumanian Rhapsody #1. Neither is your typical pops piece, and there was much to work on. The orchestra and staff was extremely warm and welcoming, a fact I very much appreciated.

After rehearsal, James Johnson, the NY Pops Executive Director, and I met Ruth Henderson, Skitch's widow for lunch. Skitch of course was the founder and only director of the NY Pops up until his death in 2005, at the age of 87. Ruth is younger, and vibrant, intelligent, driven, warm and wonderful. It was great hearing her stories and getting to know this amazing woman (James aptly describes her as a "force of nature").

From there it was on to the Pops offices, where I was to give a conducting lesson to the winner, at auction, of a chance to conduct the Pops at my concert. he was conducting the "Star Spangled Banner," which as it turns out, is not the easiest piece of music. It has stops and starts. Yikes! Mike Appling, the conducting student, had just the right combination of eagerness, humor, rhythm, and a bit of moxie. We worked for a while and thn it was time to move on.

Off to Michael Feinstein's house on the East Side, to go over his set for the concert. Michael lives in a gorgeous townhouse, which at present is a work in progress. Some rooms are not yet done, but the piano room, where we met, was beautifully decorated, with great art on the wall. One wall was a sort of shrine to George Gershwin, whom Michael clearly holds dear to his heart (he had worked closely with Ira Gershwin in his younger days). When people ask me what Michael Feinstein is like, my response is that he is as warm and charming in person as he is on stage. I really liked him. And I love the way he performs the American songbook. He knows this repertoire like few others anywhere. What fun for me.

After our meeting it was back to the West Side for dinner and a show. My old friend Aaron Sorkin has a new show in previews on Broadway (at the Music Box Theater), so he invited me to come see the show and I suggested we meet for dinner, as we haven't had the chance to visit in an age. He and I went to Scarsdale High School together and did lots of shows when we were younger. We met two other friends - Jeff Gardner, also of Scarsdale, who is currently producing a headed for Broadway production of a musical version of the film Grumpy Old Men, and Rob Jones, a friend of mine from Harvard, who became friends with the rest when we were all living in NYC in the late 80s. So it was a most enjoyable dinner. What I love about this kind of old, dear friend is that time passes, but the friendship doesn't change. It's a beautiful thing. It was doubly nice that we were to see the new show, and Aaron was coming the next night to Carnegie.

The show, The Farnsworth Invention was terrific. Beautifully written (I don't think anyone writes dialogue better than Aaron), beautifully acting and expertly directed and presented. I get very emotional when my friends do cool, great thins, and the show effected me anyway, so I was a bit "verklemmt" at the end.

Jeff walked me back, and I spent another mostly sleepless night.

Friday was spent preparing: In the morning, I spent some time thinking about what I wanted to say at the concert. Certainly the most important part of that was a tribute I was to give for John Griner, the Chairman of the board of the NY Pops, who just died a month ago. John was a special man, and I wanted the words and sentiments to be just right. I also wanted to make sure I had my ideas straight for the rest of the first half of the show. I generally do not like to memorize words - it tends to come out rigid that way. So I fill my head with possibilities and ideas, and speak off the cuff. It's something I think I do pretty well.

My wife Marty arrived in the early afternoon, and we went to the hall together. I went up to the Maestro's suite, a bit less overwhelmed than the last time, but nonetheless very excited. Rehearsal was okay, but I knew that in some ways we could have used more time, and we'd be flying a bit by the seat of our pants. This is par for the course, I think. Certainly I feel most of the time that I could stand another rehearsal, especially with difficult repertoire, but the happy news is that the orchestras generally kick it up a notch (to quote Emeril) and come through in the concerts.

This was no exception. The concert went very well. I felt pleased with my conducting and the orchestra's playing. The audience responded well to my banter, and seemed to have a great time. Michael Feinstein was splendid. I saw a bunch of family and good friends at intermission and after the show was over. It's great having that kind of support.

After the concert, there was a lovely reception where I got a chance to meet some patrons of the Pops. There is nothing like a good schmooze after a long night's work.

Of course, I didn't sleep much....

So what is it with this insomnia? I wish I knew. My mind simply races. It does make things tough sometimes, being really tired. Ah, well... I've learned how to cope with it.

So now it's back to work here in Harrisburg. No rest for the weary. And it's more movie music. Swashbucklers and Gunslingers. Should be fun.