Rock Concerts
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Stormystarr
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Sadly I worked at the first one I attended, Badlands and Ted Nugent...exciting huh? But my dream is to go and see someone who everyone here probably hates more than satan, in fact they probably think he is satan...My One True Love... Marilyn Manson!!!
Go ahead, bash me I know it's coming, but he's worth it to me...There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do for that man!
Go ahead, bash me I know it's coming, but he's worth it to me...There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do for that man!
Juliangel
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WOW what memories this brings back. My first concert was ZZ Tops After Burner tour, I was 16, it was incredible. I saw them at the Omni here in Atlanta.
Most memorable is REM. I saw them at the Fox and had front row tickets so I got the lean on the stage all night, also an incredible concert.
My favorite was an Amnesty International Concert at the Omni. I got to see Bryan Adams and Sting both that night. I lusted after both of them, hell, I still do they are both so yummy!!!
Bryan Adams was wearing snug Levi's and white leather Nikes, he had the greatest butt! We had taken binocular and I hogged them, figuring I was there with two guys why did they need to see his butt. Sting came out dressed in all black.
I cannot even remember how many concerts I have been to there have been too many but those are the three that stand out the most.
Most memorable is REM. I saw them at the Fox and had front row tickets so I got the lean on the stage all night, also an incredible concert.
My favorite was an Amnesty International Concert at the Omni. I got to see Bryan Adams and Sting both that night. I lusted after both of them, hell, I still do they are both so yummy!!!
Bryan Adams was wearing snug Levi's and white leather Nikes, he had the greatest butt! We had taken binocular and I hogged them, figuring I was there with two guys why did they need to see his butt. Sting came out dressed in all black.
I cannot even remember how many concerts I have been to there have been too many but those are the three that stand out the most.
Oobiedobie
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Wow, haven't thought of my first concert in ages. it was also my most memorable.keep in mind this was 1972 or 73 and I was 13...
The local AM(!) Rock station would hold annual concerts in Philadelphia for various charities. This particular year I got to go with a friend (chaperoned by 2 adults). The ticket price was $5.00 (!) and there were 5 bands. They all played about 45 minutes I guess, then the next band would come on. If recall correctly the bands were ( in no particular order):
Slade (an English heavy metal band)
Billy Preston
Dr Hook and the Medicine Show (they were a riot!)
The Eagles (!)
War
Boy what a bargain that was! I was also impressed by all the dope smoking going on in the Spectrum and the scantily dressed babes.
Ah, memories..
The local AM(!) Rock station would hold annual concerts in Philadelphia for various charities. This particular year I got to go with a friend (chaperoned by 2 adults). The ticket price was $5.00 (!) and there were 5 bands. They all played about 45 minutes I guess, then the next band would come on. If recall correctly the bands were ( in no particular order):
Slade (an English heavy metal band)
Billy Preston
Dr Hook and the Medicine Show (they were a riot!)
The Eagles (!)
War
Boy what a bargain that was! I was also impressed by all the dope smoking going on in the Spectrum and the scantily dressed babes.
Ah, memories..
canadian_lady
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Naked Hunny
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Hmm I saw Bryan Adams in '88 with my best friend and her older sister, I was 8 at the time. Then in '92 we went to see Aerosmith again with my best friend and her older sister. The first concert I attended without a chaperone was Bush on July 4, 1996 the temperature was 110 degrees at 7 when the concert started they were spraying us down with fire hoses to keep us cool. Hey im not complaining that it was hot why because Gavin took his shirt off.
teresafannin
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OMG, I am so old-hehe. My first concert was in 1972. The Carpenters played in my hometown & a group of kids from my junior high were chosen to perform in the chorus. Does anyone remember "Sing a Song" by the Carpenters? Best concert ever was Van Halen back before they became Van Hagar. Those guys could kick some serious rock & roll ass back then.
TN_Vixen
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My first concert was J.Giles band and I was 16 - 1983.
Prince, Rod Stewart and Rick James were the most memorable ones. Rick James because there were like 5 bands with him and it wasn't over until around 3am... I was the minority and didn't realize that black people dressed UP.. way UP for concerts. I felt like a slob in my jeans.
Prince, Rod Stewart and Rick James were the most memorable ones. Rick James because there were like 5 bands with him and it wasn't over until around 3am... I was the minority and didn't realize that black people dressed UP.. way UP for concerts. I felt like a slob in my jeans.
R Nitelight
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Anyone have any wild groupie stories they'd like to share?
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It was 1976, A buddy of mine had tickets to KISS ($5.50) and he almost begged me to go with him. I'd seen them on the "Midnight Special" and my older sister had their latest album, but I still had very little interest, well, it was free so what the hell.
A few of us 14 and 15 year-olds stood on the tracks, passed around a bottle of stolen homemade wine, smoked some bad homegrown, and discussed all the buzz and rumours about this band that nobody really knew anything about in those days. "He bites his long tongue to spit the blood and then he needs a transfusion after every show," I heard someone say with some credibility. We all walked the short distance to our small-town arena through the protesters, and into the packed hall, frisbees everywhere. Our group split up, and three of us found our way into the rafters looking down on the right side of the stage. The house lights clicked off, one row at a time and the crowd became mildly enthused.
"DICTATOR" opened the show to a polite reception. It was a short set, and when the houselights came back on, the crowd sounded it's approval to the huge thick cloud that hovered over the people on the floor. The excitement grew gradually throughout the intermission, and this little Civic Center had no idea what was to be unleashed shortly.
No warning, the place went black instantly, the crowd erupted out of fear, the kind of fear you have on a rollercoaster while you're being strapped in. The buzz grew to a roar, and the roar became deafening. I thought the building would come down, 8,000 people were chanting, in the dark, "KISS,KISS,KISS...."
A spotlight hit these comic book heroes, but they were way up by the rafters, above the monstrous drum stage, and the deafening roar became impossibly louder, and I wondered if the band would even be heard. I didn't wonder long, a cannon shook the building's very foundation while these carnival freaks came tip-toeing down the stairways in those ridiculously tall shoes. The gigantic flames licked the rafters, baking us mercilessly, and nobody sat down for two hours. Three of these superheroes, energetic as they all were, could be conceived as people underneath it all, but that bass player, that lizard, whatever it was, that what not human, there was something disturbingly wrong with him, He'd pick out some 14 year-old girl and fixate on her, flicking his tongue like a madman, fucking his bass, it was fucking weird I tell ya, holy shit. IT WAS SO FUCKING LOUD! After five encores, the exhausted KISS band finally called it quits on us. The lights came on, and I would have to wait 21 years to see the original line-up's return to our little city in the northern plains.
A few of us 14 and 15 year-olds stood on the tracks, passed around a bottle of stolen homemade wine, smoked some bad homegrown, and discussed all the buzz and rumours about this band that nobody really knew anything about in those days. "He bites his long tongue to spit the blood and then he needs a transfusion after every show," I heard someone say with some credibility. We all walked the short distance to our small-town arena through the protesters, and into the packed hall, frisbees everywhere. Our group split up, and three of us found our way into the rafters looking down on the right side of the stage. The house lights clicked off, one row at a time and the crowd became mildly enthused.
"DICTATOR" opened the show to a polite reception. It was a short set, and when the houselights came back on, the crowd sounded it's approval to the huge thick cloud that hovered over the people on the floor. The excitement grew gradually throughout the intermission, and this little Civic Center had no idea what was to be unleashed shortly.
No warning, the place went black instantly, the crowd erupted out of fear, the kind of fear you have on a rollercoaster while you're being strapped in. The buzz grew to a roar, and the roar became deafening. I thought the building would come down, 8,000 people were chanting, in the dark, "KISS,KISS,KISS...."
A spotlight hit these comic book heroes, but they were way up by the rafters, above the monstrous drum stage, and the deafening roar became impossibly louder, and I wondered if the band would even be heard. I didn't wonder long, a cannon shook the building's very foundation while these carnival freaks came tip-toeing down the stairways in those ridiculously tall shoes. The gigantic flames licked the rafters, baking us mercilessly, and nobody sat down for two hours. Three of these superheroes, energetic as they all were, could be conceived as people underneath it all, but that bass player, that lizard, whatever it was, that what not human, there was something disturbingly wrong with him, He'd pick out some 14 year-old girl and fixate on her, flicking his tongue like a madman, fucking his bass, it was fucking weird I tell ya, holy shit. IT WAS SO FUCKING LOUD! After five encores, the exhausted KISS band finally called it quits on us. The lights came on, and I would have to wait 21 years to see the original line-up's return to our little city in the northern plains.
