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I recently heard Michael Jackson’s “Thriller”, and whenever I hear that song I immediately think of Vincent Price. In what seems to be a lifetime ago now, I booked Vincent Price for an appearance when I managed the Carolina Theatre in Greensboro, NC in the early 1980’s. It was an “evening with” sort of program, where he spoke to the audience for about 45 minutes and then fielded questions from the audience for another 30 – 45 minutes. 

So whenever I hear “Thriller” my mind wanders back to that day and a moment that occurred shortly after he left the stage, a moment that I recognized instantly as one that I would always remember. 

Vincent Price had agreed to attend a meet and greet with some members and friends of the Carolina after his show.  We had such a great turn out that night and so many of our folks wanted the chance to shake hands and chat with the master of the macabre.  I was just as excited as the audience, as one of my most distinct childhood movie memories involved being scared out of my mind watching “The Tingler”.

His talk was wonderful.  I mostly remember standing in a spot in the Theatre where I could watch the reactions of the audience, and the entire room was enthralled with his wit and charisma.  His talk was wide-ranging and engaging as he spoke about his life and career. During the Q &A, I remember he was asked about his cookbook, and he spoke about his passion for food and cooking (his favorite thing to cook was anything to do with chicken, because he said it was so versatile.) 

The final few questions were of course about “Thriller”, which was almost new then, and he talked about how much fun it was to contribute to that.  He finished the talk by reciting the “Thriller” poem, and when he said the line “Creatures crawl in search of blood, to terrorize y’all’s neighborhood”, he said it with a particular relish that made his words seem to drip down the walls of that grand old southern theater. And he enjoyed putting extra emphasis on “y’all’s” since we were in North Carolina. 

After his stage appearance, out of courtesy I gave him a few minutes to relax in the star dressing room before I came to take him over to the reception.  After about five minutes I went up to his dressing room and noticed that the door was open.  Being respectful, I approached somewhat slowly and when I got into the door frame I saw that he was sitting in a straight chair, leaning over with his elbows on his knees, smoking a cigarette.  He was clearly lost in thought, staring at the floor. 

I realized that he wasn’t aware that I was even there, so I lightly knocked on the open door and cleared my throat.  His body jerked slightly with a start, then he quickly gathered himself, smiled and said “Hello, John, how did I do?”   Although I’m sure I told him he did a great job on stage, I really don’t remember what I said, because the only thing going through my mind was:   I . . .  just . . . scared . . .  Vincent Price!  Yesss!

I considered it payback for “The Tingler”.

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