It was 1966, I was a fourteen year-old. Wow, 49 years ago. Our confirmation class from church went to the Powell Music Hall to see the St. Louis Symphony in Concert with their very special guest B.B. King.
I wasn’t particularly a B.B. King fan, or one of The Symphony, but it was something new to do. I have always been glad I went. I totally enjoyed the experience.
What I remember most from the concert, it was a full house, the Symphony was on stage to open the concert, did a few pieces, then introduced B.B. King. When Mr. King came on stage………you should have seen the white folks in attendance in all their fur coats and suits get up and exit. I guess Mr. King was too Blusie and Jazzie and probably too black and those that left were too uppity and too rich to stoop so low to listen to a trashy guitar player.
The concert was wonderful! King and the Symphony adapted to one another and blended like they played every night together. It was an experience I will never forget. Mr. King was a pure talent and a national icon.
Thank you B.B. and R.I.P.