The Star Wars score must have been terrific. I’ve seen the New York Philharmonic at Lincoln Center several times and always enjoyed myself. The sound is amazing! I’d love to see a symphony orchestra perform the score from Dance’s with Wolves by John Barry.

When/if NYC returns to normal, I’m gonna surprise my wife with A couple Billy Joel tickets......

We all knew it was coming ... sometime. They played a bunch of his other stuff... Jaws, Indiana Jones, Jurassic Park... and then BANG... Star Wars. Still get goose bumps thinking about it.

Had the opportunity to see him conduct the LA philharmonic a couple of years ago in the Hollywood bowl. There was a guest conductor doing most of the heavy lifting. Koby Bryant came out and read his baseball poem and then Williams came out to conduct a few pieces.

They were selling Light Sabre souvenirs. I wanted one and the wife said no ... grumble grumble. Anyway, about half way through, the Throne Room march was played..... Everyone who had a light saber had it turned on and in the air. Wife said she was sorry. Dam that was cool.

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My best memory of true rock and roll would be Jimi Hendrix in Dallas, around 1969 or 68. This was in McFarland Auditorium on the SMU campus.

The wildest 'concert' I ever attended was seeing Willie Nelson at a chicken wire place on Jacksboro Highway during the mid 1950s. Everybody was amazed at the energy this guy had. This was a real dump but you would have thought he was playing a stadium.

And speaking of dumps, Willie also performed at a place in Lake Worth called the Country Dump bar. I think the place had a real name but since it was next to the country dump....

This was in the days when garbage was burned. The smoke from the dump would come into the place and burn your eyes.

I saw a Pryor show in ‘78 or ‘79 in Seattle. He did the “heart attack” routine in that one. I think there were more white cats coming to his shows by then, I never felt any bad vibes from black dudes. I foolishly owned a cab for about a year and a half, '76 and '77, sold it to the guy who got me started in the biz. We had been housemates, we had a roommate at one point who had all of Pryor’s albums. The whole house became big fans. That guy was making good money with the cab and bought 12 tickets in the sixth row, found 10 friends to go with him, and gave one away at the door.

When Pryor came out, he put his hand above his eyes to block the spotlight, scanned the audience and said “White people!” The rows immediately behind us were black dudes, and I never got a bad vibe or look.

But I think my favorite show was sometime around ‘81 when Steve Goodman warmed up for his old pal John Prine at the Paramount. Goodman was largely responsible for Prine getting his big break. He invited Kris Kristofferson to come see him at a small club in Chicago, Kris was gobsmacked. At the end of the show, Goodman came out and he and Prine did three or four songs together. Goodman finally succumbed to leukemia in ‘84. I had not known about his illness. The way I heard the story, he was diagnosed at age 18 and given two years to live. He misunderstood them, he thought they said 20.

Pryor was supposed to play Bart in Blazing Saddles but the insurance companies would not insure his health for the three or four months it would take to shoot. Pryor is credited as one of the writers. Mel Brooks said he wrote all the lines for the white guys. So when you are seeing Mr. Taggart you are hearing the words of Pryor.

Mel Brooks tried to get John Wayne to play the Waco Kid but Wayne said it would be bad for his screen image. Wayne did think it would become a western classic.

Maybe with deep fake tech someone will go back and recut this film with these actors in the roles.

Pryor was some kind of comic. And a trip as well. He might have been good in that role, hard to say. Some of his movies were good, many were forgettable. But his standup was often pure genius. Some of the old clips of him being on talk shows are really good. His off the cuff wit was wild.

It was tough to see him go downhill a bit too quickly. His life was a bit tough. He pretty much grew up in a brothel. His grandmother ran it, his mother was probably a hooker. Add to that his partying, drug, and alcohol use. RIP.

Oddly enough (or maybe not so oddly), most of the concerts I went to are kind of a hazy blur.:rolleyes:

The most vivid memory I have is of a Golden Earring concert. Really stands out in my memory because I was working my way though the crowd back to where my date was when, just as I was in front of the drummer, his kit went up in an explosion/flames, he shot up into the air from a spring loaded seat and landed on his feet after doing a somersault. I about shyte myself. To say I was surprised would be an understatement.

I was thinking about this subject last night and realized I am really old.

I am so old I once saw Guy Lombardo and His Royal Canadians.

Paul Muriate and his group. (Their big hit was Love is Blue. They did background music for any rock group needing strings.)

Harry James.

The Texas Playboys. Bob Wills was there but was too old to go on.