Concerts you wish you could have attended

The Blues Brothers at Red Rocks. Who knew Belushi would not be with us forever?

And I lived there. And could have easily gone.
 
Alice Cooper was playing this old, closed drive-in theater only a few miles up the road from me, and I had to work. How they managed to book him, Willie Nelson, and others in that podunk town is beyond me.

Meanwhile, my buddy who was on work release ended up getting to go because his foreman on the work release job was going and covered for his ass.

Fucker is in jail and gets to go to a concert I had to miss. That shit ain't right.
 
The most recent Kate Bush concerts: tickets were exclusively for the walleted few
 
The Grateful Dead in Santa Fe, New Mexico, during the early 1980s. I had tickets, but on the way there I rounded a bend on a mountain road and ran right into a rock slide in progress, which resulted in a large hole in the pan of my transmission.

Friends told me the concert and associated camping scene was one of the most outstanding events they had ever attended.
 
The Grateful Dead in Santa Fe, New Mexico, during the early 1980s. I had tickets, but on the way there I rounded a bend on a mountain road and ran right into a rock slide in progress, which resulted in a large hole in the pan of my transmission.

Friends told me the concert and associated camping scene was one of the most outstanding events they had ever attended.

I've been to a bunch of them, they were all awesome.
 
SARS stock in Toronto, July 2003.

It was a huge benefit concert headlined by The Rolling Stones, and included The Guess Who, Rush, and AC/DC.

Unfortunately, I did not attend. Ironically because my father had just died five weeks before, completely alone in a hospital bed where I was not allowed to go in to see him for the last time due to the visitor restrictions placed on hospitals because of the SARS outbreak in Toronto in early 2003.

Thus, it was a double whammy of the worst kind. 2003 is my worst year so far.
 
The Clash February 13, 1979, The Agora, Cleveland, Ohio

I'm sure my 6yr old self would've been crying under the seats scarred for life.
 
Some I did attend...

In the 1960s the London County Council had open air jazz concerts in Battersea Park on evenings in the summer.

I went to many of them but the one that sticks in my memory is Johnny Dankworth and Cleo Laine in pouring rain. The audience was about 40 people. The performers were in the dry. The audience wasn't.

A different one was in Holland Park. A genuine troupe of Spanish Flamenco dancers gave a performance in rain that soaked them and their costumes almost like a wet T-shirt contest. The women did their best to flick their sodden trailing skirts. Their enthusiasm was wonderful and their performance incredible in the conditions.

More recently I was in London Zoo with my grandchildren. I wanted to sit down at the end of a long day shortly before the Zoo closed. The grandchildren wanted to see more animals. I told my wife that I would go to where there were sounds of some music on a small stage. An Indian dance group were performing some traditional (not Bollywood) dances to a very small audience. The dancers outnumbered the audience by about three to one. I sat and watched a professional show that deserved much more attention than they were getting. After half an hour of watching their energetic dancing I was the only person left in the audience. A few of their friends and family were watching from the wings but otherwise they were dancing just for me. As they finished I stood up to give them a pathetic one-person standing ovation. I'd like to have seen them again but it had been their ONLY performance in London. I did go down to the stage to thank them personally.
 
Any shows in the Jeff Beck + Imelda May "Rock-N-Roll Party" (Les Paul tribute) tour circa 2011.
 
Grateful Dead anywhere.
David Bowie anywhere.
Leonard Cohen in Greece.
Adele before she was famous.
 
I missed Ben Folds Five at Lounge Ax in Chicago. I had been to the Lounge Ax a few times that week and I was sick of it. The place (as seen in High Fidelity) is a shit hole, there was one particular waitress who ALWAYS bumped, usually multiple times a night, and I severely disliked the co-owner (now Mrs Jeff Tweedy).

I should have soldiered on and gone. I never did see them in a club.
 
I would of loved to see Bob Marley in concert.
Also...one last Prince concert.
And the Hip.
 
Pink Floyd's Live 8 performance, London 2005.
Audioslave, any performance.
 
The Eagles live at the Capital Centre March 1977....amazing music for the time and even still today.
 
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