I Was There

The estimable Terry Teachout (and, yes, there is a contractual edict requiring all bloggers to refer to him as such), has a lovely post today on the arts events--actors, plays, singers, musicians, etc.--that he will be able to, one day, regale a younger audience with tales of having seen live. At the end of his copious list, he asks, somewhat mischievously, "Does anyone else feel a meme coming on?"

Yes. Yes I do. (I'm taking the intent to be not to just list the live concerts/plays/etc. you've seen, but the ones you can envision bragging about 30 years hence).

I saw Donna Murphy in Passion--twice.

I had Stan "The Man" (another contractual thing) Lee sign a Marvel coffee table book at a bookstore.

I saw Bob Dylan live in concert, playing an electric keyboard, of all things.

I saw U2 in concert, several times.

I saw the original cast of Rent from the front row, and could make out countless individual droplets of spit from many a cast member.

I saw Jerry Lewis in Damn Yankees.

I saw Bernadette Peters in Gypsy.

I saw Mandy Patinkin in concert, twice.

I saw Anthony LaPaglia give one hell of a performance in Arthur Miller's A View from the Hill.

And, last, perhaps off-topic but nonetheless apt, I saw the twin towers fall--the first from a window on the Jersey City side of the Hudson, the second in my rear-view mirror on the New Jersey Turnpike.

Anyone else?

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