Karen Carpeneter died 42 years ago.

just an amazng  voice. she  is  truly  missed  by  everyone . 

@grislybutter , I cannot even come close to topping that. As far as the Lynyrd Skynyrd experience that the OP shared, that’s another one I have nothing to compare to.

I watched a couple of documentaries about that band, and the one I liked the best, that I found most interesting, was (I think) the one titled If I Leave Here Tomorrow. Anyway, back after the crash in the late ’70s and early ’80s when I was in the Air Force I found their music to be great to drink massive quantities of alcohol and do other stuff and to party to, but as fascinating as I now find their story, most of the music that band recorded now does very little for me (although if I got loaded up on Jack Daniels it might come back to me why I used to like it), but I will say that I really like the beginning of Sweet Home Alabama (". . . big wheels keep on turning, carry me home to see my kin, singing songs about the southland . . .")

And after watching that documentary, even though it didn’t rejuvenate my enthusiasm for their music, it made me think I would have liked to have been partying with them when they were in their heyday. They were impressive.

@grislybutter You win hands down!  Luckily no cellphones back then to memorialize your humiliation. 

My only celebrity encounter was a good one--got to meet and yak with Ian Anderson for about 30 minutes backstage in Caracas, Venezuela after the concer--the organizer was a good buddy.  Ian wouldn't shake hands (said a fan broke his finger once) but i have a great pic and memory--didn't get to meet Martin Barre though--he wouldn't come out of the dressing room...

@immatthewj @wyoboy Fine! I guess I take it back, seeing the Queen doesn't make it as fun a story to tell than getting busted for it  

I haven’t been to as many concerts as some people I know. But I’ve had some very unusual concert experiences. In 1981, I was working for Smoky Mountain National Park and I had a paycheck to cash. Unfortunately, several days before getting my check, I had been assigned very remote living quarters on the north side of the park. On my way home, I was sitting at an intersection in the middle of nowhere with my paycheck. If I turned right it takes me to my new living quarters in the middle of nowhere. If I turn left it’s also the middle of nowhere, so what the heck, I went left. First thing I saw was a miserable tiny old shack on the side of the road. This tiny dilapidated shack turned out to be a moonshine dispensary of sorts, which is another story. So, continuing down the road to nowhere, it’s getting dark, and there’s nothing in sight but trees and road.

Finally, after half an hour of boonies, there’s a parking lot full of cars, and something that looks like a bar. It looked like a place to cash my check. As I walked in the door it felt like entering a different world. Suddenly there must have been hundreds of people! There was music, and lights, and action in the wilderness. The music caught my attention in the first few seconds. It wasn’t the sort of music I expected in the boonies, it was great! The band was Alabama!!! Wow!

I cashed my check, had some beers, bought some cds, and found my favorite country music!!! 😃