This wasn't at a movie theatre but close enough. In 1994 or maybe 1995 a large group of us had all decided to go to the Hollywood Bowl to see a concert complete with fireworks , something we had all heard about but never attended. By chance one of those select concerts was an "Evening with John Williams." Perfect, as the group did comprise numerous individuals involved in film. Surprisingly, the group amassed to 30, so we organized a central bus, catering the works. This should also point to the fact that minimal or no driving exponentially increased the imbibing of wine. A beautiful mid-summer night, and all the great scores of John Williams with him conducting had the bowl enthralled. But his last set was something called "The Schindler's List Suite". The set began with surprise guest Itzak Perlman joining to a thunderous ovation. The suite began with his single, gorgeous playing of the violin, truly a heart rending wail and very familiar from the soundtrack. A stillness and hush fell over the crowd. Just then as more instruments joined in, a breeze began stirring and carrying with it the sounds of yelping and calling of coyotes in the hills could be heard. Somewhat unsettling the yelping became increasingly more audible. A former assistant of mine is sitting 6 seats from me and it hits me to repeat a mutual inside joke he and I had. So I lean forward, turn and in what I thought in what was a fairly low voice, (merlot evidently altering my judgement somewhat) "Ray! ........ Ray!!....He turns, just as an unfortunate return to the single violin occurs in the score ... .................. . ....DAT DINGO DONE TOOK MY BABY! Stunned, I couldn't believe how loud it came out. What followed were the most hilarious but agonizing waves of rows of people snickering and guffaws doing everything they could to suppress laughing with rows further away and to the left and right indignantly shushing us while juxtaposed behind all of this, the music of The Holocaust of all things continued to play until some one would pass on what was apparently so funny and that would cause another group of squelched snickering painfully yet hilariously continuing for what seemed an eternity. My face was so flushed I radiated heat.
TRUE ENOUGH! The next year on Seinfeld a similar situation involving that line occurred in an episode. I am convinced a writer had to be at that performance, much too much a coincidence. freeman fisher 8601 west knoll drive #7 west hollywood, ca 90069 **************Planning your summer road trip? Check out AOL Travel Guides. (http://travel.aol.com/travel-guide/united-states?ncid=aoltrv00030000000016) Visit the MoPo Mailing List Web Site at www.filmfan.com ___________________________________________________________________ How to UNSUBSCRIBE from the MoPo Mailing List Send a message addressed to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] In the BODY of your message type: SIGNOFF MOPO-L The author of this message is solely responsible for its content.
