I saw Marlene Dietrich fall into the orchestra pit at the Shady Grove Music Fair, November 1973. She injured her left thigh, necessitating subsequent skin grafts to allow the wound to heal. I'm not being glib. It was a horrifying sight. It's a theater in the round, I was very close, and as she leaned down to shake the conductor's hand, she plummeted head first into the pit. The next few moments, after voiced horror, were unlike any I've experienced in a theater. We assumed she was dead or unconscious. She was finally propped up to reveal she was conscious. Everyone stood and cheered. And then she barked "Go home!" And disappeared below, like a puppet. We filed out in silence.
It's not history, except it involved an iconic performer. An indelible memory.
"I'm a comedian, but in my spare time, things bother me." Garry Shandling
Updated On: 4/11/16 at 06:04 PM