What was your first concert?

Music is a big deal in our house.

My husband and I bonded over an eclectic CD collection — Eminem and Eekamouse, Bob Marley and Michael Buble, Frank Sinatra and Marilyn Manson.

The Boy, still in my womb, had a tendency to rock out to thrash metal.  He still insists on listening to “rock and roll” given any opportunity –Queen, Fatboy Slim and The Chemical Brothers are on his personal playlist.

I love Broadway musicals.  Love that The Sing Off is back on the air — something about acapella music just gives me the shivers, in the best possible way.

Spanish guitar or Saint Saens’ Dance Macabre?  Sign me up.

On the other side of the coin, absolutely anything with a bass line that makes me want to move?  Oh, hell yeah.  Hip hop, electronica, just a driving drum beat.

Love music: hate concerts.

All that said, I generally have not been a fan of live music. Part of this is probably the fact that I’m adverse to loud noises and crowds — which, let’s face it, is the point of a concert.

But in my youth (set the way, way back machine) I did go to a concert or two.  Well… just two, actually.  And both were for the same band.

Yes… my first concert was Oingo Boingo.

Don’t judge!  If you’re from So Cal, you know that nobody else on earth does a show like these guys.  And I was so nostalgic for that experience that I saw a cover band, Dead Man’s Party.  They weren’t as good, couldn’t possibly be, but they were still fun and the music still made me want to dance.

So my question to you :  what was your first concert?

 

5 comments

  1. Hey Cathy,

    I was fortunate to grow up in a large city (Montreal) which gave me opportunities I otherwise wouldn’t have had. I went to Expo 67 & the 72 Olympic Games. The first concert I ever went to was held in the Olympic stadium. It was Pink Floyd, complete with the flying pig. I wasn’t a fan of their music, but I went with a hot guy, so it was still a fun night!

  2. Don’t judge? Oingo Boingo is frickin’ awesome! I wish I’d gotten to see them live.

    My first real concert was Red Hot Chili Peppers at the Del Mar Fairgrounds in 1992. The opening acts? Two little known bands called Pearl Jam and Nirvana.

  3. My first “concert” was a Steve Martin appearance at the Neil Blaisdell Center in Honolulu. I don’t know if it was technically a concert, but he did sing “King Tut” and play the banjo, so close enough. It was great. This was right at the height of his SNL and concert/recording days, and he was on fire. Not quite like Kat in The Hunger Games, but you take my meaning. I had no way to get back home late at night when the concert got out, because I didn’t drive, nobody else I knew went, and it was too late for any busses, so I slept outside the YMCA in a planter with an open buck-knife under my jacket. It wasn’t a very safe area.

    I also saw Oingo Boingo a few times in Los Angeles and Orange County. They used to have a yearly Halloween Concert that was just great. Except for the time my friend’s car got vandalized. But that’s another story. Danny and the guys were great! I used to have all their albums and listened them to death.

    Once we went to a party where everyone was excited that Dale, the Oingo Boingo trumpet player, was supposedly going to show up. He never did. I think that sums up a lot of L.A. parties.

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