Posted on 06/28/2005 3:16:46 PM PDT by pissant
Many Freepers grew up in what they considered to be the golden age of Rock concerts. Of course, it may have had more to do with the fact that we were young and fanatical about the music in our youth. These days, ‘ol Pissant prefers the Seattle Symphony Orchestra, Military Band music and Jazz, but I have some very fond memories of the craziness of my Rock concert yesteryears. I’m quite sure many of you have some concert stories that rival and surpass mine. So this thread is the place to share!
Following are 2 concert experiences that left a permanent scar on me! ;o)
Neil Diamond?
If you keep this up, I may start liking you. ;-)
Why bother. No one else attempts such preservation 'round these parts! LOL!!
Went with one of my best buds, we had tickets for the floor in front of the stage & lost each other the second we hit the gates, I squeeze my way thru the masses, to get to within SIX (6) bodies from the stage just as the opening act is booed off the stage, after what seemed like an entirety, I hear the opening to “The ZOO”, with it’s heavy bass line that draws you in to your own little secret place that no one else knows about. The throngs of individuals goes ballistic, and no longer am I a simple piece of driftwood in the waves, now I’m pondering if I Flotsam or Jetsam??? I finally anchor my feet, just meters from the stage, and take up all tethers to hold my own against pulsing waves of fanatics crashing towards the stage. Below me is a young maiden, no more than 12 or 13 in age, at my feet; her eyes wide open looking up for some form of rescue, gasping for air & wanting no more of the human surf that surrounds her. I hold out my arms as she grabs my wrists and climbs to the to the top of me like a gull taking roost atop a light house. For the entire show (2 & ½ hours plus encores) I held my ground with this young lady on my shoulders. When the house lights finally came on, I gently lifted her from my frame, set her down, made sure she knew where she was and where she was going and turned to go find my “best bud”, who was standing behind us the entire time. As he tells it I only had to clock 3 idiots who got out of line with their pushing and shoving (he says he took care of the other 30) we both escorted this girl to the nearest information station and got her hooked up with her people again, before we departed for the safest port in a storm we knew (home). Been there, done that, STILL have the T-SHIRT!!!
}^)
Bingo!
I still like early REM music too!
Yeah, just string me along, why dontchya! ;o)
That's SCARY! LOL
I hear the opening to “The ZOO”, with it’s heavy bass line that draws you in to your own little secret place that no one else knows about.
Van Halen
Backstage with Will Clark - former 1st baseman for the SF Giants.
It was just a great 3-day celebration called, "Hot August Nights"...because it was in August, at night in Reno.
No Neil...
We went to the first one. I was either in 1986 or 1987.
FUN!!!!
Oh sh*t. Then I hate the Clash, they stink! LOL
Great story! I liked my shoulder sitter better though! ;o)
Darn! Those pics would be worth some $$$$ now.
My nephew never misses Hot August Nights. he lives in Sparks.
I'm an airplane nut so I save my vacation for the Reno Air Races. ;-)
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