Apparently Rihar has a story about a David Bowie concert he went to, but is reluctant to share.
Do any of you have a concert story you wish to share?
(And if you did Deborah Harry, I don’t want to hear it.)
Myself: I went to concerts and went home. Nothing remarkable there.
So, when are you going to get your comment system fixed. This is kinda frustrating, ya know.
That’s better. Thank you.
Now to remember what I wanted to complain about.
I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.
On another note, my phone seems to be rebelling agin’ me. After I tried to comment with it, the error message “invalid security token” popped up. I’ve narrowed my investigation to: The Saucer People, Apple, or the Reverse Vampires as the culprit. Proctor & Gamble have assured me that they are blameless.
(And if you did Deborah Harry, I don’t want to hear it.)
I guess my lips are sealed then.
A human guy I know has this story…
The year after I got out of high school – I was a poor, minimum wage schlub. It was a Thursday evening and my ’64 Bel Air was broke down and I had no money to fix it since payday was Friday. A friend of mine called and said her boyfriend had tickets to see The Ramones that night but she was sick and couldn’t go – did I want to go? I told her I couldn’t pay for the ticket being dead broke. She said that was OK it was paid for would just go to waste if I didn’t go. I told her I didn’t have wheels. She said her boyfriend would pick me up.
So Fred showed up and I got in the car. I apologized for not being able to pay for the ticket and him having to come get me. He said it was cool he was just happy to have someone to go with. I said I was sorry I didn’t even have any weed (hey, it was ’78) – he was like, “no problem I got some”. I said I felt bad I couldn’t even buy him a beer after the show. He said no problem, his brother had a bar near the venue where he was going to park the car so we’d stop in there after the show.
So he picked me up at the my door, took me to a show for free, got me stoned, and took me out for beers after. It was the full experience of being on the chick side of a date. Fortunately he did not try to feel me up on the way home.
And The Ramones were great.
So basically your human friend acted like a cat.
Except no one can resist petting the kitty.
Just move the cat.
Saw The Who in ’76. Great show. Couldn’t hear a thing for 2 weeks after. Stood to close to the stage, I guess.
I saw the Who once. Totally at the top of the opposite end of the stadium. I got by with hearing loss for a day and a half.
Ever have to list the substances you took during a week long Phish tour to a doctor in front of your father just before an emergency appendectomy?
Can’t say I have. Did I miss anything?
Yeah, but none of it was pleasant. Only thing I’m glad about is that my appendix didn’t rupture while I was in Vermont.
It was sort of a concert. We were in Cancun and the resort bar had a husband/wife duo singing crap to dance to. They took a break and some resort guest popped up with his guitar (who brings a guitar along on vacation??) and asked the couple if he could play a little while they whetted their whistles. He then started playing old stuff like Bob Seger and Jim Croce. Okay, that works with only an acoustic guitar. He tried some Dave Matthews. A stretch for his skills, but still okay, and the crowd was enthusiastic (and drunk). So, being the smart aleck I am, I yell out “FREEBIRD!!!” He hesitated, laughed, then plunged in. The place went nuts. One guy, one guitar, playing Freebird. It was epoch.
Late 90s I took my young wife to see Metallica. We learned she was with child right after buying the tickets. She was assured by her doctor that attending the concert would not harm the baby. Luckily, we were young and poor, so we had the cheap seats at the top of the Orlando Arena. Not too close to the rowdiest part of the crowd. My daughter-to-be attended her first rock concert. Twenty-ish years later, she calls me while I’m at work to surprise me with tickets (the cheap seats because she is young and poor) for her and I to go to that night’s Metallica show at Camping World Stadium. I bribed an usher to sneak us onto the field and have never been happier to pay for matching $50 t-shirts. One of the best nights of my life.
Ok ok I give. My favorite concert memory isn’t from one of my teenage/20 something concerts.
I went to Styx and Kansas with my girlfriend who became my wife.
At the same venue 17 years later I took my kids to see Def Leppard and Kiss.
Then as a whole family we all got to see ZZ Top, in LaGrange Texas.
Three concerts in 1969. I was Navy in San Diego.
Janice Joplin
Three Dog Night
Iron Butterfly
I finally recovered sometime last year.
My in-laws’ next door neighbor attended my alma mater, so we were trading stories about the campus. He mentioned seeing Iron Butterfly there. It was an outdoor concert, and, of course, come time for the show, it was pouring, monsoon quality rainfall. He said that there were only about two dozen people who showed up, so everyone climbed under the canvas that the band was using to protect the equipment, and the show went on.
The only rain-out I was ever a part of was Pink Floyd. It was at a college football stadium during the Division Bell tour. They were troopers and played almost to the end of the original set.
It just didn’t let up and it started to lightning so David Gilmore very politely apologized but said he didn’t want to get electrocuted. No one boo’d as far as I recall. So I guess we were polite right back at him.
So no encore of Comfortably Numb.