DIANA ROSS CONCERT IN CENTRAL PARK, 1983!

I recently did an interview with journalist Dustin Fitzharris (for The Huffington Post and The Village Voice) about my memories of the famed Diana Ross Concert in Central Park in 1983  that got seriously interrupted by a sudden storm. Those words barely cover the strength of the storm - I think of it as an almighty near-mythical "tempest"!!

The extraordinary thing, besides the concert itself, is the fact that some 30 years later people are seeking me and others out for our recollections of that night. The concert aired on PBS a few weeks ago, and   the DVD will be released for sale in May. Watching the PBS special I was taken right back to that first night.

July 21st, 1983 started out a hot and sunny day. I had been in New York for several days (from LA) to help with the wardrobe prep. Miss Ross (as we all called her) had a lot riding on this concert and had been working toward it for months. On the day of the concert we got to the staging area early and had rehearsals with the dancers, musicians and all departments. The show finally started on time, but a very strong wind came up and Miss Ross had a hard time keeping her hair out of her eyes. At first it was only annoying. No big deal. Except..... in the distance to the north east we saw a very dark cloud approaching fast and knew that something BIG was about to happen.

Diana was onstage in her skimpy orange lace body suit and as she battled the wind I thought how dramatic it would be if I could get her to put on the orange chiffon cape. The quick change room was right under the stage by the exit stairs, so I grabbed the cape, climbed up the stairs and crouched at the edge of the stage. Finally I got her attention and she beckoned to me to bring the cape to her. It was a struggle to get it on as the wind was so fierce. But before long she started "working it" and became like some magical spirit facing down the almighty storm. The cape streamed out behind her and was captured by the cameras, both video and still, and the amazing images would appear on the front page of newspapers and magazines all over the world.

Then the rain came. We were all drenched! I mean, really drenched. I lost my sandals and was ankle deep in mud. Water ran down the stage and into the quick change room and into my surge strip where I had appliances plugged in! But, soaking wet or not, Miss Ross went on singing and interacting with her adoring fans. She kept the audience calm and kept singing, though absolutely drenched. Eventually I brought her a white designer blazer (Versace I think) that covered her a little better. Park officials, the mayor, the fire department, and the president of Paramount Pictures all were trying to get her to stop the concert out of concern for safety, and eventually, once Miss Ross felt the crowds were calm enough, she finally and reluctantly the stage.

She went into the warmth of her trailer, and eventually into the limo that whisked her away. The director  Steve Binder and video people emerged from the warm dark video truck into the cold rain and almost seemed surprised that it was actually wet outside! The musicians left in their vans, and one by one the crew could do no more and also left.

But the wardrobe crew, me plus about 3 others, as I remember, were still there, gathering up Miss Ross' things when suddenly, ALL THE LIGHTS WENT OUT! There we were in the pitch-black wet muddy Central Park! I told my crew to find black garbage bags and make themselves ponchos, take a sip of some brandy we found, and get their sewing scissors out which they were to hold in their hands as weapons. Thus we walked out of a dangerous Central Park in the pitch black. Eventually we made it to Central Park South, and then to the upscale Parker Meridian Hotel  on 56th st. They had been told to give anyone a room who needed one, and they never looked down their noses at our bizarrely attired group!

The next day, when I saw Diana's photo on the front page of the New York Times I was thrilled! I called her, and she asked me to drive out to her house in Connecticut and gather up some new costumes and gowns as the show would go on again!

And it did! Another lovely sunny day, but this time no storm. Everyone was elated at the return of the thousands and thousands of fans,  and the concert was brilliant. We all felt we had been a part of history. Who knew, after thirty years, that maybe we were.