1966. After their performance, they probably got into their cars to go home and heard The Beatles come over the car stereo. "What kind of hippy-dippy crap is that" they probably muttered under their breath as they steered their cars into the traffic-jammed caverns of Manhattan.
Many of them probably saw "Bewitched" on TV that night and harbored at least a little crush for Elizabeth Montgomery (hell, even today I wish I had a wife like Elizabeth Montgomery) while they sipped their gin and tonics.
I bet nobody in the orchestra that day (all men!) ever imagined that their performance that day would be available on demand for slobs like me on laptop computers and hand-held tablets where we would be able to comment upon their performance and even poke a little fun at them from their 21st Century wired-to-the-max homes.