Asked my dad in recent weeks if he had ever seen The Last Waltz (knowing he was a fan of Eric Clapton & Muddy Waters as a teen). He proceeded to recall how he and his older brother went to see this one night in Melbourne on release, how things got well out of hand (insert alcohol, harmonicas, upside-down ushers, roller-coaster paddy wagon rides, police-station brawls, etc.), ending up with them both spending the night in jail (I'd elaborate with more detail, a fantastical and despairing yarn, but right to privacy and all, so brief synopsis must suffice). So thank you The Last Waltz for extracting that previously unheard anecdote!
Brotherly nadirs aside, as a fan of so many of these artists it was such a thrill to see them share the stage together. Like Roy Orbison's Black and White Night, a lovable celebration of the medium.