On the Road and Off the Record with Leonard Bernstein: My Years with the Exasperating Genius

by Charlie Harmon, Harold "Hal" Prince (Foreword by)

Overview

Celebrating Leonard Bernstein's centenary with an intimate and detailed look at the public and private life of the Maestro written by his former assistant. Foreword by Broadway legend Harold Prince.

"An affectionate portrait of an eminent musician who was driven by demons."
—Kirkus Reviews

"Harmon’s personable and warm account of what it was like to work for one of the twentieth century’s musical giants casts new light on Bernstein and his world."
—Booklist

"This multifaceted perspective gives readers plenty of salacious gossip paired with insight into Leonard Bernstein’s remarkable artistic achievements later in life."
—Library Journal

On the Road is a colorfully written, unforgettably entertaining and unputdownable book, and is available just in time for LB’s 100th birthday. Unreservedly recommended.
—Fanfare Magazine

Leonard Bernstein reeked of cheap cologne and obviously hadn't showered, shaved, or slept in a while. Was he drunk to boot? He greeted his new assistant with "What are you drinking?" Yes, he was drunk.

Charlie Harmon was hired to manage the day-to-day parts of Bernstein's life. There was one additional responsibility: make sure Bernstein met the deadline for an opera commission. But things kept getting in the way: the centenary of Igor Stravinsky, intestinal parasites picked up in Mexico, teaching all summer in Los Angeles, a baker's dozen of young men, plus depression, exhaustion, insomnia, and cut-throat games of anagrams. Did the opera get written?

For four years, Charlie saw Bernstein every day, as his social director, gatekeeper, valet, music copyist, and itinerant orchestra librarian. He packed (and unpacked) Bernstein's umpteen pieces of luggage, got the Maestro to his concerts, kept him occupied changing planes in Zurich, Anchorage, Tokyo, or Madrid, and learned how to make small talk with mayors, ambassadors, a chancellor, a queen, and a Hollywood legend or two. How could anyone absorb all those people and places? Because there was music: late-night piano duets, or the Maestro's command to accompany an audition, or, by the way, the greatest orchestras in the world. Charlie did it, and this is what it was like, told for the first time.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781623545420
Publisher:	Charlesbridge
Publication date:	02/11/2020
Pages:	240
Sales rank:	259,300
Product dimensions:	5.90(w) x 8.90(h) x 0.70(d)

About the Author

Charlie Harmon is a music editor and arranger. From 1989 to 1999 he was the music editor for the estate of Leonard Bernstein, editing the first publications of full scores of West Side Story and Candide, and piano-vocals of On the Town and Wonderful Town, as well as new editions of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue and Mass (all music by Leonard Bernstein). He has also worked in the orchestra libraries of the New York Philharmonic, the Vienna Philharmonic, the London Symphony Orchestra, and the Boston Symphony Orchestra. Now a freelance editor, he lives in Florida.

Read an Excerpt

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that every writer dreams of an ideal reader. Two very real readers volunteered for that role, relieving me of my daydreams: Henry Adams, who knew nothing of my four years as Bernstein’s assistant, and David Thomas, who knew everything, but from a tangential slant. My thanks to Henry and David for steering me toward the better word, the consistent voice, and the honest examination of these four peculiar years.
Though he wrote the definitive Bernstein biography, Humphrey Burton said the cheeriest words imaginable, after seeing a few sample chapters: “All this is new to me,” what every memoirist wants to hear. Humphrey’s candor gives me hope that this memoir fills a niche. Thank you, Humphrey and Christina.
My thanks to all who read sample chapters and begged for more: Alison Ames and Cage Ames; Alexander Bernstein, Jamie Bernstein Thomas, and Nina Bernstein Simmons, whose joy and kindness are the finest tributes to their remarkable parents; Helene Blue; John Clingerman and Douglas Myhra, Colin Dunn and Bruce MacRae, my adopted siblings on two continents; Paul Epstein, who should have a late-night TV show explaining legal terms; Ella Fredrickson; Roger and Linda James; Liz Lear and Deems Webster, whose every conversation leads to more Bernstein memories; Laurence McCulloch and Bill Hayton; Mike Miller and Tim Weedlun, for housing me during my Library of Congress immersions; Lee and Tony Pirrotti; Rene Reder and Dan Keys; Tony Rickard; Marilyn Steiner; Tom Takaro; Mark Adams Taylor; Leslie Tomkins and Michael Barrett, cheerleaders from the get-go; Alina Voicu and Daniel Szasz; Charles Webb, witness to my long journey; and Mark Wilson.
            Affectionate thanks to the friends and colleagues of Leonard Bernstein, living and departed, consistently encouraging me as I blindly batted my way through the years I write about in this memoir, starting with those I think about every day: Jennie Bernstein and her sisters Dorothy Goldstein and Bertha Resnick, Margaret Carson, Betty Comden, Ann Dedman, Adolph Green and Phyllis Newman, Patti Pulliam, Sid and Gloria Ramin, and indispensible Julia Vega.
Gratitude also to: Schuyler Chapin, Helen Coates, Jack Gottlieb, Desi Halban, Dorothée Koehler, Harry Kraut, Robert Lantz, Arthur Laurents, James Levine, Christa Ludwig, John and Betty Mauceri, Erich and Jutta Mauermann, Carlos Moseley, Harold Prince, Jerome Robbins, Ned Rorem, Avi Shoshani, Stephen Sondheim, Roger and Christine Stevens, Michael Tilson Thomas and Joshua Robison, Hans Weber, Richard Wilbur, Harriet Wingreen, and Stephen Wadsworth Zinsser.
            Thanks to the many people I met through working for Bernstein, who remain friends to this day: David Abell and Seann Alderking, Phillip Allen, Marin Alsop, Franco Amurri, Betty Auman and Chris Pino, Ellen and Ian Ball, Suzanne Baumgärtel, Johnny Bayless, Burton Bernstein, Daryl Bornstein, Serge Boyce, Justin and Elaine Brown, Garnett Bruce, Marshall Burlingame, Finn Byrhard, Flavio Chamis, Steve Clar, Bruce Coughlin, Ned Davies, Emil DeCou, Clare Dibble, Gail Dubinbaum, Jobst Eberhardt, Roger Englander, Marcia Farabee, Joel Friedman and Jenny Bilfield, Carlo and Giovanni Gavazzeni, Domiziana Giordano, Linda Golding, Dan Gustin, Erik Haagensen and Joe McConnell, Kuni Hashimoto, Connie Haumann, Barbara Haws and William Josephson, Marilyn Herring, David Israel, Diane Kesling, Sue Klein, Frank Korach, Eric Latzky, Holly Mentzer, Linda Indian, Gail Jacobs, Wolf-Dieter and Amalia Karwatky, Peter Kazaras and Armin Baier, Jim Kendrick, Steve Masterson, Larry Moore, Richard Nelson, Clint Nieweg, Kurt Ollmann, Richard Ortner, Eiji Oue, David Pack, Kevin Patterson, Gidon Paz, Shirley Rhoades Perl, Charley Prince, Philip von Raabe, Gottfried Rabl, Madina Ricordi, Hanno Rinke, Paul Sadowski, Asadour Santourian, Karen Schnackenberg, Jonathan Sheffer, George Steel and both Sarahs, Aaron Stern, Mimsy Gill Stirn, Steve Sturk, Robert Sutherland, Larry Tarlow, Auro Varani, Alessio Vlad, Johnny Walker, Ray White, Fritz and Sigrid Wilheim, John Van Winkle, Paul Woodiel.
            Craig Urquhart gets a thank you all his own; he held the fort.
Thanks to the photographers whose quick eyes preserved LB as we knew him: Ann Dedman, Arthur Elgort and Grethe Holby, Andy French, Henry Grossman, Robert Millard, Patti Pulliam, and Thomas Seiler.
         Thanks to Mark Horowitz at the Library of Congress, stalwart keeper of the Bernstein flame for the nation.
         To Sallie Randolph, who assisted me with legal matters: this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
         Thanks to Larry Leech, for pointing out the difference between a journal and a memoir at the June, 2015, Florida Writers Association workshop.
         To Ann Hood, instructor of the memoir workshop at the January, 2017, Writers in Paradise conference at Eckerd College: I pledge eternal vigilance at your shrine. Never has there been a more knowledgeable guide since Virgil accompanied Dante, though Ann traverses a happier terrain. High fives to the inspired colleagues I met at Writers in Paradise: James Anderson, Mary K. Conner, Colleen Herlihy, Molly Howes, Karen Kravit, Antonia Lewandowksi, Joan McKee, Meredith Myers, Carlie Ramer, Honey Rand, and Donna Walker. I never knew genius had a plural.
         Gratitude beyond measure goes to my agent Eric Myers, the first to call, and the firmest believer in the story I wanted to tell.
         To my editor, Don Weise and Mary Ann Sabia at Charlesbridge, thanks compounded with admiration for turning that most ephemeral of human abstractions, memories, into a tangible book. You know your business!
         A last bow goes to Harold Prince for writing a foreword with grace and polish. Mr. Prince energetically burnishes the Bernstein legacy, year after year. I’m his fan forever, and am forever in his debt.

Table of Contents

Foreword vii

1 The Ad under "M" 1

2 Indiana Bound 7

3 The Rebbe in Wolf's Clothing 11

4 The Cabin Fever Ward 17

5 Composers, Conductors, a Celebrated Cellist, and a Charred Cork 22

6 "Chich" and a Concussion 28

7 What Universe Is This? 34

8 On Your Mark 42

9 The Maestro Dines Out 49

10 At Home in the Parallel Universe 54

11 Princess Margaret Can't Go Shopping 61

12 Speaking Hebrew in Only One Lesson 68

13 Souvenirs Picked Up on the Road 75

14 A Touchy Situation 83

15 A Day for Distraction 90

16 Far from Tanglewood 95

17 "People Like Me for What I Do, Not for Who I Am" 105

18 Name the Nine Muses! 110

19 What Takes Nine Months to Gestate? 118

20 The Two (Other) Women in Leonard Bernstein's Life 127

21 A Quiet Place in a Noisy, Noisy World 136

22 Houston "Grand" Opera 142

23 The Restorative Greens of Tanglewood 149

24 Bi-Coastal Blues 156

25 "Why Do I Have to Work So Hard?" 162

26 How Pleads the Defendant? 169

27 Down for the Count 178

28 Who's in Charge Here? 185

29 Lifetime Achievement = Lifetime Therapy 192

30 I Should Stay Here and Work 199

31 The Ends of the Earth 206

32 C'mon, It'll Be Fun! 212

33 And Then What Happened? An Epilogue 219

Selected Bibliography 226

Selected Discography 228

Selected Musical Scores Leonard Bernstein 230

About the Author 231

Editorial Reviews

A gossip-filled memoir of life with a musical superstar.In his debut book, music editor and arranger Harmon recounts in vivid detail four exhausting, exhilarating years as assistant to the mercurial maestro Leonard Bernstein (1918-1990). At the age of 30, the author was a clerk at a music library when he answered an advertisement to work for a "world-class" musician. The applicant, the ad noted, "must read music, be free to travel," and "possess finely-honed organizational abilities." In the course of a three-hour interview, Harmon learned that the musician was Bernstein (called LB throughout the book), who was embarking on a strenuous schedule of performances around the world. The author was not sure he had the stamina for the job, which involved handling phone calls, mail, and appointments; packing and unpacking scores of suitcases for every trip; taking notes during rehearsals and performances; and—a task that proved especially challenging—making sure LB, infamous for his "celebrated libido" and drunken rants, did not generate negative publicity. Despite some reservations about his capabilities, in January 1982, Harmon set off with Bernstein and his entourage to Indiana University for a six-week residency, during which the composer began work on an opera. LB was a handful: demanding, impatient, and given to "bouts of fury and bratty behavior," which Harmon attributed to his enduring grief over his wife's death, in 1978. That behavior was exacerbated by heavy drinking and use of Dexedrine, fueling "drug-induced mania" followed by overwhelming depression. Drawing on his daybook, Harmon gives intimate accounts of LB's performances, teaching, creative process, and uncompromising standards—in the midst of a "three-ring circus" peopled by a large and sometimes-divisive cast of characters. Most troubling to Harmon was LB's imperious, "blatantly self-serving" manager, who wore Harmon down with cruel bullying. Exhaustion and depression eventually led Harmon to seek psychiatric help, though he admits that his intimacy with LB's musicianship gave him "a remarkable education." An affectionate portrait of an eminent musician who was driven by demons.
—Kirkus Reviews


Harmon knew that most of Leonard Bernstein’s personal assistants didn’t last very long on the job. He quickly learned, too, that working for “Lenny” meant that he would have to give up any semblance of a personal life. Putting his life on hold, though, and “working alongside a creative genius” game him, he writes, “the strongest sense of purpose I’d ever had.” For four “scorching” years, Harmon’s responsibilities included answers the phones, handling Bernstein’s mail and appointments, and carrying his luggage while also acting as a gatekeeper, valet, and librarian. Harmon’s account of life working for an “exasperating” genius is breezy and anecdotal even when he is discussing his own mental-health issues and self-doubt. He meets countless movers and shakers in the arts and politics as he travels with Bernstein and his entourage around the globe and works alongside Bernstein at the famous Dakota building on Manhattan’s Upper West Side. Harmon’s personable and warm account of what it was like to work for one of the twentieth century’s musical giants casts new light on Bernstein and his world.
—Booklist
 

Harmon, a classically trained composer and arranger, approaches his subject from an interesting point of view. For four years in the 1980s, Harmon was the maestro’s personal assistant, accompanying him through a punishing schedule of composing, performing, and recording. This multifaceted perspective gives readers plenty of salacious gossip paired with insight into Leonard Bernstein’s remarkable artistic achievements later in life. The volume adroitly balances reporting on Bernstein’s personal hygiene, profligate love live, and bouts with depression with an informed discussion of his professional output during the period. Throughout, Harmon weaves his personal experience4s as a gay man in a precarious profession. The net result is a volume that gives equal weight to Bernstein’s struggles as a composer to make a deadline on a commissioned opera and his expirees in applying Right Guard to his forehead to manage the sweat collecting on his brow while he conducted. VERDICT: More memoir than biography, this engaging account will do well in general collections.
—Library Journal

In this tell-all book, Charlie Harmon—orchestra librarian, music arranger, and editor—recounts his four exciting, draining years as assistant to Leonard Bernstein. He describes his job as manager of Bernstein’s day-to-day life as a whirligig of phone calls, appointments, music scores, and traveling. But managing Bernstein involved a lot more. The maestro was demanding and prone to “bouts of fury and bratty behavior.” Harmon was given the job of monitoring Lenny’s “celebrated libido” for young men and keeping this information from the press.

Bernstein’s manic behavior was exacerbated by the vast amounts of Dexedrine he consumed and, of course, the alcohol. These frenzied episodes were often followed by major bouts of depressing, when Bernstein wouldn’t shave, shower, or sleep for days. Contributing to his frenetic behavior was grief over his wife Felicia’s death in 1978. According to Harmon, Lenny seemed haunted by her. He seemed at times to be pursued by demons—driven to exhaustion by a relentless schedule of conducting, teaching, and composing. He sometimes complained that no one cared about him as a person.

We get a good sense of life with Lenny from 1982 to ’86 through the lens of Charlie Harmon. We travel all over the world with the maestro, and we meet plenty of celebrities along the way. For Harmon, his time with Bernstein was a mixed blessing. He ended up suffering from severe exhaustion and depression. On the other hand, it provided him with an extraordinary education. His four years as assistant to a genius were a self-revelatory journal as well as a musical one. 
—The Gay & Lesbian Review

When I received Charlie Harmon’s memoir about Bernstein, my first thought was “ANOTHER Bernstein book? I just reviewed Dinner with Lenny!” After a short time, the running theme dawned on me: Two thousand eighteen is the Bernstein centennial, so it’s only natural that there would be an effusion of Bernstein-related literature.
Charlie Harmon was LB’s (Harmon’s moniker for him) assistant in the last decade of the Maestro’s life. As a recent college graduate and a composer with the all-too-relatable predicament of needing to find steady employment, Harmon submitted an application for a laughably unassuming ad in the classified section of his newspaper: an assistant for a “world-class” musician. To his amazement, he got the job after some interviews with LB’s manager Harry Kraut, who briefed him on Bernstein’s many needs, quirks, and manically busy schedule. If that wasn’t enough to keep him busy, Harmon’s biggest task, said Kraut, would be to keep LB on track to fulfill the commission for his (seriously underrated) opera A Quiet Place.
 
With this gripping memoir—is it even possible to write a boring book about Bernstein?—Charlie Harmon adds a crucial piece to the Bernstein puzzle: an up-close-and-personal look at a turbulent, complex man who happened to indubitably be one of the greatest musicians of his time. Harmon experienced firsthand that LB was not always the fatherly teacher with his belovedly electric podium presence. He could be irascible, childish, egotistical, and blunt. The story about their first meeting sums it up to a T: It was Indiana in 1982, and Bernstein returned to his lodgings with an entourage of students. He was bundled up in a white parka, and he hadn’t shaved, showered, or slept in days—oh, and he was clearly three sheets to the wind. Still, LB gulped down the gin he took out of Harmon’s hand, and when Harmon protested, he snarled at his stunned new assistant, “You don’t talk that way to the rebbe!”
 
Even after this rocky start, and through relentless travel, insomnia, all-nighters, and one-night stands, the relationship between the two developed into one of mutual respect. Besides, there was a more than valid explanation for LB’s sometimes erratic behavior: The Maestro, according to Harmon, was in depression, grieving the death of his wife, Felicia, and was self-medicating with scotch, amphetamines, music, sex, parties, word games, and his famous four-pack-a-day smoking habit.

Anybody interested in Bernstein, as I am, should read Charlie Harmon’s book, due for release in May 2018. As well as being a unique portrait of the later Bernstein, it’s a loving tribute to the unglorified behind-the-scenes staff of devoted assistants, all with their own personality traits that made for quite a bit of drama. (LB’s secretary, Helen Coates, could be overprotective in a motherly way, and Harry Kraut just plain ruthless and manipulative, often driving Charlie Harmon and others to the breaking point.) If Bernstein appeared to work hard—which he most certainly did—it is because it was made possible by people like Harmon, who acted as a sort of emotional confidant to Bernstein in addition to handling everything from copying music to handling luggage to managing appointments. If nothing else, On the Road is a colorfully written, unforgettably entertaining and unputdownable book, and is available just in time for LB’s 100th birthday. Unreservedly recommended.
—Fanfare Magazine

In this tell-all book, Charlie Harmon—orchestra librarian, music arranger, and editor—recounts his four exciting, draining years as assistant to Leonard Bernstein. He describes his job as manager of Bernstein’s day-to-day life as a whirligig of phone calls, appointments, music scores, and traveling. But managing Bernstein involved a lot more. The maestro was demanding and prone to “bouts of fury and bratty behavior.” Harmon was given the job of monitoring Lenny’s “celebrated libido” for young men and keeping this information from the press.

Bernstein’s manic behavior was exacerbated by the vast amounts of Dexedrine he consumed and, of course, the alcohol. These frenzied episodes were often followed by major bouts of depressing, when Bernstein wouldn’t shave, shower, or sleep for days. Contributing to his frenetic behavior was grief over his wife Felicia’s death in 1978. According to Harmon, Lenny seemed haunted by her. He seemed at times to be pursued by demons—driven to exhaustion by a relentless schedule of conducting, teaching, and composing. He sometimes complained that no one cared about him as a person.

We get a good sense of life with Lenny from 1982 to ’86 through the lens of Charlie Harmon. We travel all over the world with the maestro, and we meet plenty of celebrities along the way. For Harmon, his time with Bernstein was a mixed blessing. He ended up suffering from severe exhaustion and depression. On the other hand, it provided him with an extraordinary education. His four years as assistant to a genius were a self-revelatory journal as well as a musical one.

From the Publisher

2018-01-23
A gossip-filled memoir of life with a musical superstar.In his debut book, music editor and arranger Harmon recounts in vivid detail four exhausting, exhilarating years as assistant to the mercurial maestro Leonard Bernstein (1918-1990). At the age of 30, the author was a clerk at a music library when he answered an advertisement to work for a "world-class" musician. The applicant, the ad noted, "must read music, be free to travel," and "possess finely-honed organizational abilities." In the course of a three-hour interview, Harmon learned that the musician was Bernstein (called LB throughout the book), who was embarking on a strenuous schedule of performances around the world. The author was not sure he had the stamina for the job, which involved handling phone calls, mail, and appointments; packing and unpacking scores of suitcases for every trip; taking notes during rehearsals and performances; and—a task that proved especially challenging—making sure LB, infamous for his "celebrated libido" and drunken rants, did not generate negative publicity. Despite some reservations about his capabilities, in January 1982, Harmon set off with Bernstein and his entourage to Indiana University for a six-week residency, during which the composer began work on an opera. LB was a handful: demanding, impatient, and given to "bouts of fury and bratty behavior," which Harmon attributed to his enduring grief over his wife's death, in 1978. That behavior was exacerbated by heavy drinking and use of Dexedrine, fueling "drug-induced mania" followed by overwhelming depression. Drawing on his daybook, Harmon gives intimate accounts of LB's performances, teaching, creative process, and uncompromising standards—in the midst of a "three-ring circus" peopled by a large and sometimes-divisive cast of characters. Most troubling to Harmon was LB's imperious, "blatantly self-serving" manager, who wore Harmon down with cruel bullying. Exhaustion and depression eventually led Harmon to seek psychiatric help, though he admits that his intimacy with LB's musicianship gave him "a remarkable education."An affectionate portrait of an eminent musician who was driven by demons.

Kirkus Reviews