Hey Madison, I just posted this on Most Emotional Solo last night. I wanted to make sure you saw it:
Madison,
I was incredibly fortunate to see Andres Segovia back in....I think it was 83 or 84. I think it was his last US tour before he died in 87. He played at Powell Symphony Hall here in St. Louis, where the St. Louis Symphony plays. It has PERFECT acoustics. It seats about 2600 and was a sellout. He came out and just sat on a chair in the middle of the stage - and you could hear EVERYTHING, it was amazing. This was also back when every doc and anyone else who thought they were important had a beeper (I would also say drug dealer, but I don't think any were there that night...). Well, Andres announces his next song and it started out with a very quiet passage. All of a sudden someone's beeper went off. He stopped, stared at the offender who was doing acrobatics to try and silence it. He then gave a very audible sigh, composed himself, and started over. Well, wouldn't you know it, at almost the same point in the song someone else's beeper goes off. Andres stops again and looks up with a really irritated look on his face. Everyone is holding their breath just horrified. And then with his thick accent Andres slowly said, "You know....there is a place you can put that..." And then he started cracking up. The whole place erupted in a standing ovation! There were no more interruptions! The concert was absolutely amazing. It was like different stories told on the fretboard - just unreal. The crowd brought him back for three encores and then almost a fourth - but he came out and just bowed. The girl I was dating at the time was originally from Chile. When I brought her home and told her parents where we went, I found out they were very good friends of Segovia and he used to stay with them when he performed in Chile. Had they known, they could have arranged for me to meet him! AAAAUUURGGHHH! I'm sure I would have done a Chris Farley/Paul McCartney scene... "Uhhhhhh...Do you like Ritchie Blackmore?" It's probably just as well...
Jim