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"Save yourself the aggravation and disappointment," she told him. "Forget about The Beatles. You'll never get them."
Then it happened. Tim got a call from an excited Roz, who said, "Tim, do you have $5,000?"
"No, why?" he said.
"If you could take $5,000 cash to the Club Elegant in Brooklyn and leave it with the bartender, there is a good chance that you could get The Beatles."
Neither Tim nor I had $5,000. You have to remember that at the time a schoolteacher's salary might have been $3,500 a year. I was a young guy in my 20s, and Tim was living from show to show. He approached various investors in Pittsburgh that we had done business with in the past. But when Tim told them he had to leave the cash "with a bartender in Brooklyn," and that there was no guarantee that he could get the date or that the bartender was for real, no one would invest the $5,000.
When I asked Tim about The Beatles, he told me everyone had turned him down and that Roz said he had to have the money by the next day or he would lose the date.
"Tim, hold her off," I said, "Let me see what I can do."

It was intermission and I was at the box office when the phone rang. John Woods, the box office manager, answered the phone. "That was Mick Jagger," he said. "He wants to see you in his dressing room."
That was never a good sign. Anytime an artist wants to see you in the dressing room, expect a problem.
When I reached the dressing room, Mick asked, "Who are all those people behind the stage?"
"They are the disc jockeys from WDVE. They are doing the emceeing for the show."
"Well I don't want anyone back stage, and I don't want anybody emceeing the show. Get rid of them now!"
"But Mick," I told him, "You don't understand. They are with the show. Their station did a great job promoting you and presenting the show. It is in your contract that they can announce you."
"Either you get rid of them or I won't go on," he said.
Bob Harper was not too happy with this news. "We have a deal. You can't do this to me. You go back and tell him that," he said.
I told him that Mick was adamant.
"Well, you tell him that if we don't announce him, WDVE will never play another Rolling Stones record again. I will break every Stones record on the air and tell the audience what he is like. Go on tell him," he yelled.
I could barely hear him over the loud roar of the crowd, "We want the Stones! We want the Stones."
Mick Jagger wouldn't back down. "Do you hear that crowd screaming for us? You tell him that I don't need him or his radio station and that he will have to play my records anyway."
It was one of the most difficult things that I had to do. Unfortunately for me, it affected my relationship with Bob.
"Please, Charlie don't," I pleaded.
Her road manager now came over to me.
"Pat, are you crazy? Get these guys off the stage right now or I'm going to pull the show," he shouted.
It was difficult for me to plead my case because no one could hear. We just shouted into each others' ears. Just then the house lights went on. All I could think about was my $25,000 profit going right down the drain.
Janis stopped singing and said, "What the [expletive] is going on?"
The crowd screamed even louder.
Charlie said to me, "Go up and tell her to tell everyone to take their seats. If not, the show won't continue."
This reminded me of being in grade school. I knew I couldn't say that to her and that she wouldn't say that to her audience. But on the other hand if I didn't do something, Charlie was liable to make good on his promise and cancel the show...click here for the full memory of Janis Joplin

As the months passed, the city did finally let me present the show. I had to hire more police than any other show besides the Beatles. The police warned: "If he does anything immoral during the show, we are arresting him and you."
Fortunately for my sake, he behaved well enough for not only one but two Civic Arena shows. However, if you listen to the live album from the May 2, 1970, show you can hear him taunting the police a bit.
I had several runners whose jobs were to fetch what the acts demanded, the "rider requirements." The dressing room was the hockey team's locker room. All the walls and floors were concrete. We tried to buy the two cases of Dom but to no avail. Horne's Department store, the premier liquor store at the time, said that "In all of the city of Pittsburgh, you will not find two cases of Dom. You must order that item well in advance."
I dispatched my runner to all the state stores in the Tri-State area to fill up two cases with Dom and the next best thing he could find.
Before Led Zeppelin arrived, the two cases of champagne were placed in the dressing room. Several hours later, I was again summoned to the dressing room.
"What is this?" the manager asked.
"Champagne?" I responded.
"Champagne. You call this garbage champagne?" he yelled.
I tried to explain the incredible effort it took to gather up the champagne to fill the cases, but he kept calling it garbage. Then, he reached for a bottle, one that cost me about $100 apiece, and threw it against the wall. Again and again until all 24 bottles were smashed. Two thousand and five hundred dollars disappeared before my eyes.
Alice Cooper 1972Alice Cooper (aka Vincent Furnier) and I got stuck together in his Hilton Hotel room in downtown Pittsburgh during a flood on a summer day back in 1972. I had him performing at Three Rivers Stadium that night. Our conversation fell far from what you would think considering his stage persona at that time. He was a really down to earth guy. We mostly discussed the stock market and the political times. I quite enjoyed him. Eventually he did play a very successful show, breaking the attendance record for a rock concert in Pittsburgh set earlier that summer by my Three Dog Night show at Three Rivers.
- Pat DiCesare
One time I had Alice Cooper scheduled for Three Rivers Stadium in June and Chicago scheduled for July 11. Unfortunately, the Alice Cooper date at Three Rivers Stadium got flooded out, and I had to reschedule it to the only date the group had available -- the same day as the Chicago gig at the arena.
I didn't want to do that because it could affect sales for the Chicago show, but I had no choice. On that night, I had to be at both the stadium and the arena. I made sure I arrived at the arena during intermission to see Chicago before they went on. Just as I got to the arena, I was summoned to their dressing room.
Before I went back, I checked on ticket sales. Only 8,800 had been sold -- a poor showing.
"What are you doing running two shows tonight?" they barked when I got to the dressing room. "Why did you book us the same night as you have a ball park date? You should know better."
I had to do a lot of explaining. Their egos were bruised. They couldn't handle the fact that the house didn't sell out. Just for that incident my relationship with the agent was never the same. Agents definitely have short memories in this business.
On the night of the show, they dressed like Sonny and Cher. They looked exactly like them. They hired a limo and drove up to the arena entrance. They were escorted into the arena and all the way to the front row. People rushed up to them, taking pictures and getting autographs. The Walkers were creating quite the scene.
When the real Sonny, who was back stage, peeked at the crowd, he saw The Walkers imitating them. There was another call to the box office.
"What is going on down by the stage?" he asked.
I didn't know what he was talking about.
"Either you get rid of those two or we are not going on," Sonny yelled.
Several security guards and I had to escort The Walkers to the back of the arena. They changed clothes, and I sat them in the back. Sonny was furious. The Walkers were just trying to have fun, but it could have cost me my reputation.
We played him everywhere from the Stanley to the stadium, but you could depend on a Civic Arena sell-out from the Boss every time. You also knew that the crowd was going to behave. Pittsburgh loved Bruce Springsteen. We even gave Mayor Richard Caliguiri tickets for the Born in the USA tour. Bruce would sell out so fast, and I would get so many ticket requests, that I would have to change my home answering machine to start off, "If you're calling about Springsteen tickets ..."
He did not let his fame go to his head. He was always a pleasure to deal with. When he played his first show for us at the Syria Mosque, he wanted something to eat late at night. So Rich took him to a nice restaurant. Bruce wore jeans and a T-shirt and he ordered corn on the cob and apple pie.
That's Bruce Springsteen.
"You only had to say the date," says former concert promoter Rich Engler. "I knew exactly what you were talking about." It was the day that ZZ Top and Aerosmith, who play together at the Post-Gazette Pavilion Wednesday, pulled into town with the World Wide Texas Tour -- hands-down winner for the city's craziest show ever. "It was the craziest mix ever, that's for sure," Engler says. "It was ZZ Top, Aerosmith. They had cattle, they had rattlesnakes on stage. I liked the package but it was weird because it was the roughneck-beer-drinkers-hell-raisers, and this American hair-type band that was a different form of rock 'n' roll. It kind of collided with the chemistry, not only of the music but the crowd. There were a lot of calamities."
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On the morning of the Sept. 23 show in Pittsburgh, Mr. Engler got another call.
"They're headed there," the agent said, "but I would be surprised if he plays."
"Around 2ish," Mr. Engler says, "they came in to do a soundcheck. I was looking around for Bob and found him in the dressing room, sitting on the couch, looking depressed and ill. I said, 'I heard you're not feeling well. I'm concerned. I hope you're feeling better. Are you going to play?' "He said, 'Mon, I wasn't going to, but I'm going to for my band and everybody. It's a sold-out show. I'm going to do it.' "
On the Kill Uncle tour in 1991, fans learned as they were walking up to the I.C. Light Amphitheatre at Station Square in the early July evening that the show was off.
Why?
“Nobody still knows why,” says Rich Engler, of the former DiCesare-Engler Productions. “We were really excited to get him at I.C. Light. The show sold out in advance. The day of the show comes, the crowd was all lined up. There was a brief thundershower around 5:30 that lasted till about 6. Then, the weather was clear. We cleaned off any dampness around the stage, and he chose not to go on.”
Some reports have The Moz not favoring the venue’s proximity to the train tracks.
“I don’t think anyone liked the train tracks,” Engler says, laughing. “I don’t remember any act coming up and saying, ‘Rich, I like these tracks.' ”
It was an exciting time for us. Even though we were competitors, we shared cordial relationships. It wasn't uncommon to get a call from Mike Belkin asking how "such and such" band did for me in Pittsburgh or how I think an act would do in Cleveland. And we, of course, paid attention to how shows did for them in the trade magazines such as Billboard.
In the '60s, we still weren't sure which way the business was headed. Was rock 'n' roll really here to stay?
So, when the Stanley sale became public, I went to Mayor Caligiuri and said, “You have heard that the Stanley has been sold. I have a plan that I think will be a great cultural and architectural contribution to our city. DiCesare-Engler would like to build an amphitheatre and festival grounds on the North Shore next to Three Rivers Stadium.” Full Story