...i had the honour of meeting the Duke and his band in Atlantic City on the Steel Pier, when i was 16, outside the entrance to the main act, a diving horse just past the biggest movie screen you ever saw.
And i asked him why he would play in such a venue, catching the passing trade under a little bandshell pushed to the side with folding chairs, more like a busker than a world famous musician.
...he said, that he never wanted to stop reaching out to everyday people; how else could i have met him? What a man.
(I saw Danny Bonaduce, the main act in the big theater, and Ray Charles, an unknown it seemed, welcomed as a young coloured boy to a crowd already getting ready to leave; the MC cried, ''don't go...and he's blind!".)
(I saw, Deep Throat, more amazing the couple behind me who were expecting a Female Detective movie and their reaction to it; i bet they went home and did the naughty.)
(I was lucky to see a real Burlesque show: bawdy comedians, strippers, dog acts, and tricks, the last remnant of Vaudeville; it did not open the next year, demolished and replaced by a Casino.)
...America, and in its armpit, what other Americans called New Jersey was sweet to me that summer vacation.