Here is the program according to yesterday's St. Petersburg Times:

ACT ONE
Overture from Grand Prix
Dead Poets Society Suite
Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome
Jesus of Nazareth Suite
Theme from Villa Rides
Is Paris Burning? Waltz
A Passage to India Suite
INTERMISSION
ACT TW0
Dr. Zhivago Suite
Building the Barn from Witness
I Dreamed of Africa Suite
Lawrence of Arabia Suite

"Note: Jarre will spend much of the second half of the program speaking about his career as a composer for film and television. Musical selections are subject to change."

I don't know how I missed all this, but I've decided I will go to the box office and most humbly but firmly inform them that I am a very serious film music appreciator and would appreciate them supplying me with the absolute best seat available. You can do this sort of thing when you're a party of one! And then after the show I will approach whomever in charge I can find and wrangle my way backstage for a visit and handshake and perhaps a "May I send your regards to Mr. Goldsmith up in Detroit next week, Mr. J?"

Now everybody pull for me, please!
Ready? PULL...

Have a great time, enjoy it thoroughly, and be sure to tell us all about it!

MISSION: ACCOMPLISHED...AND THEN SOME!!!!!

Not only did he find the concert to be highly enjoyable and totally memorable...he actually MET Maurice Jarre, shook his hand, and had a talk with him, ONE-ON-ONE!!!

I'm sure that Howard is collecting his thoughts, and will be here tomorrow to fill in all of the juicy details!

Do you have any idea how difficult it was for me to restrain myself last night? When I keyed-in your message above, I was in a particularly EVIL mood, and I very nearly added the following:

He not only MET Mr. Jarre...the two of them are at the ClearWatering Hole RIGHT NOW getting sloshed together! Howard called me from the Pub! His speech was only slightly tipsy, and he was giggling like The Joker on Batman. He put Mr. Jarre on the line to talk to me, and ol' Maurice was already three sheets to the wind. When I told him how very much I love his Enemy Mine score, he began to cry. I could hear Howard consoling him in the background, and then he fell off his barstool, which sent Maurice into a laughing fit. At that point the telephone receiver must've dropped, because I kept shouting into it with no response. But in the distance I could hear these two male voices singing "Somewhere, My Love"...the harmony was slightly off.