After a day filled with serious news and other gravitas, I’m almost always looking to come down with music. And I never have even the slightest idea where I will end up. Ave Maria is just as likely as Cream. Mozart’s Clarinet Concerto has as good a chance as Skeeter Davis.
And yes, I did see them in concert in the summer of 1965, thanks my Mom, who surprized my sister and I with tickets when I got out of the hospital after having my tonsils removed.
I still have the stub and the program from that night. They played from a stage that covered second base.