On September 7, during his Bowl appearance with the Global Gumbo All-Stars and a host of other special guests, Quincy Jones – he of unimpeachable music and cool credentials – delivered a stirring monologue from the stage. Now that our 2011 season is complete, we thought it only fitting that we reprint it here as a thank you and farewell message of hope, understanding and love.

Thanks, Quincy – and thanks again to all those who made the past 90 seasons at the Hollywood Bowl so special.

On This Day…

I will mend a quarrel.

I will search out a forgotten friend.

I will dismiss a suspicion & replace it with a trust.

I will rather say, “I’m sorry I did” than “I wish I had.”

I will write a letter or an e-mail or a text or a tweet to someone who I miss.

I will always approach my creativity with humility and treat my
success with grace.

I will fight against the dumbing down of our culture.

I will encourage a young person who has lost faith and hope…

…And constantly remind him or her to stop stealing music.

I will keep a promise.

I will forget an old grudge.

I will fight for a principle.

I will express my gratitude to God every day.

I will tell someone I love them.

And tell them again, and again, and again.

And again. And again. And again.

My wish is that we will all walk out of here and smell a brand new
flavor of air. Let our minds open up. It’s a brand new day.

There’s a beautiful ancient expression in Egypt that I first heard 50
years ago – Boo-zhou-doc, or in the plural, Boo-zhou-doo-kam. It’s an
ancient expression of respect. Boo-zhou-doo-kam, which
means “…in your presence, the reflection of you on me makes me feel
like a better person. Your light gives me life.”

So I say to you, Boo-zhou-doo-kam.

In closing, I just want you all to remember to:

Observe it. Figure it out. Put it to the soul and science test.
Then, say to yourselves, I can do that. I know I can do that. I’m
going to do that. If you can see it, you can be it. So when it
rains, get wet. And go for it.

You’ve already been blessed many times. May God bless you even more.
I do love you. And I thank you.

–Quincy Jones, SEP 7 – The Hollywood Bowl

Posted on Friday, September 30 | Posted in 2011 At The Bowl, BIP (Bowl Important People), Bowl Love Letters, Story of the Week | Tagged as: , | Leave a comment


Bianca Gregory, Los Angeles

My boyfriend happens to work at the Hollywood Bowl so for him, it’s not too hard to come by tickets. I’ve been there countless times at this point, even though my first season of ever really coming.

I’ve had great times every night I’ve been to the Bowl this season, but none will surpass my first. It was the exact date that marked seven months for us and we were promised Lady Gaga tickets by a friend but sadly it didn’t happen. I was very disappointed, being a big Lady Gaga fan and all, so he decided to make it up to me by taking me to see Gustavo, Lang Lang and the LA Phil. My boyfriend, I and a friend all went together; I was extremely excited and slightly nervous. We sat down in F2 -they were good seats and I enjoyed the whole concert.

Gustavo and Lang Lang were a delight to watch. It was my first time seeing either of them live. Afterward, we went to wait in line to see Lang Lang and we thought we had to be at our shuttles at a certain time so we waited about 30 minutes for him to arrive and sign our tickets. We didn’t want to miss our bus. We didn’t get to meet him that night, it was nonetheless still an amazing night that was truly unforgettable.

Thank you Hollywood Bowl, LA Phil, Gustavo, Lang Lang, and of course Kyle.


Posted on Tuesday, September 20 | Posted in 2011 At The Bowl | Leave a comment


Kerry Kreugler, Atlanta

My sole purpose in coming to LA from Atlanta for 36 hours was to see James Ingram and Gladys Knight. Getting to see them (especially James Ingram) at the Hollywood Bowl was icing on the cake.

As I walked to the concert, I made sure to take in everything, from the tunnel under  Highland Ave. to the ticket checkers to the ushers; and then to see the Bowl in person was breathtaking. Having seen the Bowl in several movies, I felt like I was meeting a character from those movies. I just sat there in awe. Tears came to my eyes. Not only was I seeing James Ingram live, but I was also seeing him in the Hollywood Bowl set against the Hollywood Hills. It was so much more than I could have imagined.

To make it even better…traveling alone, I figured that I would have the experience to myself. Imagine my surprise when one couple sat in front of me and immediately introduced themselves. Then another couple sat next to me and introduced themselves. I am used to Southern Hospitality, but their California welcome was unexpected and appreciated. Once James began to sing – he was more than I imagined. I loved the concert!

I am grateful for my whirlwind trip! Thank you Hollywood Bowl!


Posted on Tuesday, September 20 | Posted in 2011 At The Bowl | Leave a comment

Last summer during A Beatles Celebration, near the very end of the program, we were doing “Let it Be.” I of course had my back turned to the audience, but I noticed very quickly the looks of utter joy on the faces of the musicians. They were half looking at me and half looking at the audience. Sure enough, I turned around and there were literally thousands of cell phone lights swaying in the air to the music. It was surreal and beautiful beyond description.

Thomas Wilkins, Principal Guest Conductor, Hollywood Bowl OrchestraPosted September 14



In a lot of ways, this historic 90th season at the Hollywood Bowl has been like many others — good food, good wine, good friends and great live music in one of the most storied venues in the country. But you might be thinking, especially if you’ve followed along with us as we’ve shared your Bowl stories this summer, that this is the story of every summer at the Hollywood Bowl. And it is, more or less — which is why the stories we’ve collected and shared have resonated so much. Whether in decades past or in the 21st century, and despite changes in taste, in music or in the look of its iconic shell, what the Bowl offers and what it represents has remained a constant in the 90 years the LA Phil has been calling it our summer home.

Of course, despite resembling in so many ways each of the 89 seasons that came before it, this 90th season has been completely unique, not only in programming but also in the eyes of everyone who experienced it. Sure, those who subscribe to certain series – Classical, Jazz Weekends, World – may see programs that remind them of past seasons and why they subscribe to a particular night in the first place, but it’s guaranteed that even these regulars saw something new at one, if not all of their trips to the Bowl. And that’s not even taking into consideration the number of newly-acquired Bowl fans – those who walked up Peppertree Lane for the first time, walked into the amphitheater and took their seats among all the memories and stories that came before while adding their own new and unique perspective to the Bowl’s collective 90-seasons-long memory.

So what did you see at the Bowl this season that adds another chapter to your story? Or did you just start writing your Bowl story with your first visit? However it happened, we want to hear about 2011 at the Hollywood Bowl – through your eyes and in your own words. It’s the last chance to share your seat’s story – submit your story now for a chance to win an exclusive Bowl Prize Pack and to be named our final Story of the Week.

We’ve loved hearing your Hollywood Bowl stories all summer long – now share THIS summer’s.

Posted on Monday, September 12 | Posted in 2011 At The Bowl, Your Bowl Guide | Tagged as: , , , , , | Leave a comment


Betsey Karako, Branson, MO

One of my favorite memories from living in Los Angeles was the one and only time my parents took me to the Hollywood Bowl. They went every year with a group from our church to see the Tchaikovsky Spectacular, and when I was eleven decided I was old enough to go.

I was so excited, because I had watched my parents go year after year, and wondered when it would be my turn. I would watch wistfully as they packed a picnic for two – complete with glasses for their wine – and headed out, leaving me and my siblings with a babysitter. I always wondered what it was like, going to a Bowl. Then the summer before we moved, my parents brought home three tickets instead of two. They packed root beer that year. I remember the bus ride – the first bus ride I’d ever taken – as the longest ride in the world. Then we arrived, and sat on the grass outside, eating our dinner. It was a perfect summer evening: nice and cool with a lovely breeze. After that we walked up the hill to the gift shop, where Daddy bought me a mug. I still have it, and it’s my favorite one. Then we rode on the ramps all the way up to the nose-bleed section in the Ws. I remember clinging tightly to my parents’ hands and hoping I wouldn’t fall off the ramp. We found our seats, and I couldn’t stop bouncing up and down so my patient mother took me for a walk around. We went as close as we could, and I stared and stared at the huge stage. The sun set, and we hurried back. The concert began, and even though our seats were so far the people were mere pinpoints on stage, I loved every minute. Who wouldn’t love sitting in the warm summer air, with the stars above your head and music flowing between your very toes? I’d never stayed up that late before, but I didn’t feel tired for a minute.

I loved the Spectacular part – the crash of the cymbals and the crackle of the fireworks. Sound filling every part of your body, lifting you up so high you could touch the moon, then letting you down with a whoosh to soar over the stage and out over the city. I went home after that; filled with a resolve that I didn’t identify until a few years ago, to one day play on that stage myself. Every practice session brings me one step closer to that dream.


Posted on Sunday, September 11 | Posted in Tchaikovsky | Leave a comment

Hi I’m Kiera and this is my first trip to the Hollywood Bowl. This is the Tchaikovsky performance. I am sitting in the benches now waiting for it to start. So far I’m amazed, it is wonderful. We came for my birthday which is on Tuesday. I will be 12 and I play violin. My teacher was in the Los Angeles Philharmonic Orchestra. I came with my Mom, sister, aunt and uncle. I’m really looking forward to it because it hasn’t started yet.


Kiera J., Castaic • Posted September 11


Ann Quimby, Orange

The Hollywood Bowl is part of the family! My daughter went to Hollywood High and I remember her excitement the first time she attended an open rehearsal at the Bowl. She loved it so much that she eventually became a student rep for the LA Phil. I’d meet her after work and wait for her while she passed out fliers for the Phil, then we’d see the show. We spent several nights a week at the Bowl. In fact, she did so many she won rep of the year. Since we were non-drivers, it was quite a commute, but it was a wonderful time we’ll never forget.

Hollywood High graduates at the Bowl. Not only did she graduate onstage at the Bowl, but as a musician she played at 2 graduations and even sang onstage at her own graduation. Over the years, I’ve seen many wonderful shows there, including the wonderful Tchaikovsky event. My daughter even got music advice from a business associate who was also an orchestra member. Eventually, I also saw a friend who was an up-and-coming artist make his Bowl debut. What a thrill that was! I’ve taken so many photos there over the years and seen so many amazing artists. For me, the Hollywood Bowl has become a part of me, a home away from home.


Posted on Friday, September 9 | Posted in Tchaikovsky | Leave a comment

Obviously I was stunned to get to play the Bowl, but it’s so much crazier when you go in the back gates and there’s Willie Nelson! There is SO much history and culture associated with this magnificent venue that it’s hard not to feel completely overwhelmed, but the thing that made me have to keep pinching myself was the realization that I am on the same stage as BUGS BUNNY! It actually brought tears to my eyes – I’m totally serious.

Neko Case, musicianPosted September 8


Gael McGregor, Burbank

The yearly Tchaikovsky Spectacular with Fireworks was always a favorite with our family, although one year my mother almost brought the house down all by herself.

As the bombastic section of the “1812 Overture” began, my mum caught sight of some of the fellows (I think they were USC students) in costume with their muskets peppered throughout the audience. A couple of the guys were VERY “into it” and, unfortunately, acting was not their strong suit.

As they mugged and blustered and posed, my mother began laughing — at first, just a titter, then spilling into a giggle, and then exploding into a full-fledged guffaw. She couldn’t stop — even if those muskets had been real and pointed in her direction, she would have been unable to control herself.

Soon, all the folks around us caught sight of the same two fellows and their laughter joined my mum’s. As the cannons roared and the climax of the piece ensued, numerous sections of “the nosebleed” seats up top were in uncontrollable throes of laughter as the music came to its majestic conclusion.

We thoroughly enjoyed the music, loved the whole spectacle and fireworks — and especially the boys in uniform who so seriously and diligently were playing their parts as soldiers.

We did, however, warn friends on future visits, that Mama could very well start a laugh riot, and to be prepared!


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