Friday, September 16, 2011

30 years ago this Sunday!


Wow! I cannot believe its been 30 years since my very first concert!  The year was 1981, I was a high school student begging my parents to go to my first concert at JFK Stadium (Where Live AID was held a few years later).  My mother had reservations, but thanks to my father being a huge Rolling Stones fan, he basically talked my mother into letting me go.  The concert was an all day affair, with George Throrogood opening up, followed by Journey and then finally the Rolling Stones. We purchased the tickets for $15! (my how concert prices have changed over the years!).  My friend Michelle and I got a ride from some neighborhood boys who were also going to the concert.  On the ride down, we drank vodka and orange juice and some of us smoked a joint....those were the days!  After we parked the car, we started to make our way to the seats. Looking around, I thought to myself that  the stadium had seen better days....the steps were crumbling and the bathrooms had water all over the floors as if a pipe broke. I purchased a tshirt so that I could wear it to class on Monday and brag about how awesome the concert was.


This is what my shirt looked like!  

The concert itself was awesome...but I can remember being very hungry.  We didn't bring any food and we couldn't find any being sold at the show.  There was a guy, who was by himself at the show, and he had brought a cooler of food and Michelle and I thought we could charm him into sharing some of his food.  He was a bit of a loner and wasn't very friendly when me and Michelle tried to chat him up...so getting food from him was not a possibility.  At one point I was tempted to steal it from his cooler when he went to the bathroom....but I waited...and waited...all friggin' afternoon, but this guy must have been wearing a diaper because he didn't budge from his seat all day!  The whole day was a magical experience though.  I remember leaving the concert feeling like I had just witnessed something special.  The concert was being marketed as the Rolling Stones farewell tour....but that turned out to be untrue.  When I returned to school that Monday in my concert t-shirt, everyone treated me like royalty, asking me questions about the show and how nice my shirt was.  The best part was when my ex-boyfriend looked at me sourly and said "I bet you didn't even go to the concert!" and I just laughed in his face!  It was great to see jealousy rear its ugly head!  

4 comments:

Jason said...

Love this blog post! A really interesting read! Followed!

SUZY8-TRACK said...

Thanks I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'll have to post about some of my other concert experiences as well as some stuff from my high school days in the early 80s.

Snidely Whiplash said...

Not my first concert but one of my most memorable. The tour continued to Boulder where I saw them, The Stones were the Stones, putting on a tremendous performance is another day at work for them. George was amazing. Heart was loud, awful and so painfully out of their league I've never been able to listen to them since. My date was a deranged kindergarten teacher, she spent so much time with kids she only spoke baby talk.

SUZY8-TRACK said...

I had read somewhere that in one city, Prince was one of the opening acts...and he was booed off the stage after a couple songs!