Before all the holidays converged at the same time, the first half of December was relatively quiet for Cindy and me, except for one conducting assignment that turned out to be very interesting.

For the past several years, I have been doing some teaching at the Manhattan School of Music. The conservatory is housed in the same building where my mother, uncle, brother, and I all studied while attending Juilliard. Every time I enter the door at 122nd Street and Claremont Avenue, I am reminded of the rich tradition of music that has emerged from those storied halls.

I could spend this entire essay writing about an incredible trip to Thailand and Bali—the floating market, the train market, the monkey reserve, a royal wedding, and so much more—but I will let Cindy share a few photos and leave the rest up to your imagination.

January saw me back on the podium in three cities, each in Japan. The programs were varied in content but all dispatched with expertise by the orchestras I led. Since 1983, I have been coming to Tokyo on a regular basis to work with the NHK. On this visit, I led the Tokyo Metropolitan Symphony Orchestra, one of the eleven professional ensembles that exist here.

Sometimes a month can go by with just a little musical activity but can still be packed full with events of interest. Actually, I need to go back to the final week of January because I did not have time to write about the conclusion of the Asian trip last time. Here is the summary:

An engagement in Hiroshima followed my concerts in Osaka. The Hiroshima Symphony is another fine orchestra with great energy and wonderful discipline. Since we had success working together three years ago on Mahler 6, the orchestra asked for another symphony by the Austrian master. This time, we settled on Mahler’s First Symphony, and it was clear from the first rehearsal that we were going to achieve great things.

To paraphrase John Oliver, “It has been a busy month.”

After the relatively quiet February, March came in like a lion and never let up. When I looked at my calendar, it appeared somewhat normal, but that might have been more in line with a time when I was a younger man. It was a lot to pack in, and I shall try and summarize as succinctly as possible.

Sometimes I look at my calendar and say to myself, “What was I thinking?” What might appear simple and straightforward can turn into something unusual and not quite so understandable.

It has been a very busy first half of 2025 as orchestras kindly continued to mark my eightieth birthday. With projects piling up, I wondered if this end-of-season push might be too taxing.

Everything was fine until the missile landed at the airport.

Do I have your attention now? More about that in a bit.

May picked up where April left off, with another outstanding week in Las Palmas. This time, we had an all-orchestral program that truly tested the musicians in three stylistically different works. With the memories of an outstanding Bruckner’s Fourth, we dove into Brahms, Cruixent, and Tchaikovsky with fervor and energy.

Not a Marx brother in sight, but I spent many June days and nights at the opera enjoying Britten’s fun and fantasy-filled adaptation of A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

Several years ago, on this same site, I wrote about putting together a standard opera production at the Metropolitan Opera. That journal entry turned out to be controversial, but I still think it is valuable to understand the process that goes into bringing a work to life from the planning stage to performance. This month, I will take you behind the scenes at the Opera Theatre of St. Louis and explain how we put it all together.

From Transylvania to Pasadena—those are words I never expected to write, but they represent two of the very interesting visits that occupied the past month. The former region is not the one associated with vampires, which, as far as I know, do not inhabit the mountains of North Carolina.

Let’s start with what turned out to be a surprisingly wonderful experience at the Brevard Music Festival. I had always heard of it but knew very little of its history. Its origins date back to 1936 with the founding of a summer music camp, and the annual festival began ten years later. That places it among the oldest of festivals in the United States.

It’s a quiet Sunday morning in Boonville, Missouri. Neither Maggie’s Bar and Grill nor the Main Street Diner are open yet. The shoe store is closed for the day, and the Hotel Frederick is seeing several musicians checking out.

Boonville is a quiet little town located about halfway between St. Louis and Kansas City; about 8,000 people live and work here. The community hosts events that celebrate its history—an early Civil War skirmish took place here in 1861—as well as a Heritage Festival that occurs every August.

If variety is the spice of life, then I am certainly enjoying some very pungent meals.

September turned out to be one of those months in which it was not possible to compare one set of events with another. And just when I thought that all the 80^th birthday celebrations were over, there was one last hurrah.

The time for taking it easy appears to be over. Conducting and other activities filled up the calendar in October. Sadly, this also marked the end of barbecue season. The cover will adorn my Big Green Egg until March or so.

Musical matters began in New York with a week at the Manhattan School of Music. This annual trip is always enjoyable, as each year brings new students. Programming a concert without knowing the skill set of an ensemble can be tricky, but all the pieces worked well because this crop of young musicians at MSM is excellent.

The last two months of 2025 were primarily centered in Asia, with stops in four countries. But one event on the first of November generated much excitement, and it was not in Taiwan, Seoul, or any place outside the United States.