Your Most Memorable Concert Moment

[Patchez]

We all have them. That one magical time during a concert, stadium, club or barroom. That time the lead singer looked at you and you knew, just knew, he had eyes only for you. How about the time in that shitty little dive you hooked up with the chick drummer from probably the worst punk band on the East Coast.

Mine is from before we weren't allowed to drink. My twin brother and I had managed to get tickets to the hottest country concert of the last 10 years, as far as our tiny PA town was concerned. Mel McDaniels was playing out at Trailways Speedway.This was '85 when Mel was still a player. Trailways was a small turd of a dirt track speedway, 1/4 mile oval great for midget sprints but not built for anything over 4 cylinders. The concert was in the "infield".

We were 17 and working like slaves at shitty jobs in fast food toilets trying to scrape up gas money. It was all we could do to get tickets, how the fuck are we going to manage to get booze? Then we struck on an idea. The local case store closed on a Saturday night at 10 PM. In the past it had been robbed by nefarious teenagers in desperate heed of beer for the All Night Movies at the local Drive In Theater. We'll not mention the names of those involved. Suffice it to say... it worked ... again. Old Milwuakee cases were our reward. We quickly hauled these to the car.

We arrived at the concert grounds primed with a sixer of Old Mud pounders coursing through our young systems. Hell yeah this is gonna be a great show. We are concerned that the gate security is inspecting all coolers as we approach the gates. Oh shit, what do we do. We discussed a few options in line and came up with the only feasible plan. Show them the cooler's contents and walk through the gate like we owned the place. Which actually worked. Mainly because they were not checking ID's but merely checking for glass.

We were in. The show commenced with two local openers and a small national act. John Conlee came out and hit some high notes. It was a hillbilly afternoon dream. Getting hammered in the infield of a dirt track to country tunes. That is when we hit upon the idea, emboldend by the booze, to see if we could meet Mel before he went on. The security guards were douches not allowing anyone backstage. So in a last ditch effort to become locally famous, we handed the security twats a six of Old Mud pounders, and said get them to Mel and tell him to make it a good show. we were disheartened by the set back. Sure the security tits would drink all our hard stolen beer.

Back at the cooler we waited to see Mel, our first big country star, take the stage. We were floored to see him walk out on stage with a pounder of Old Mil and say" I wanna thank the guys that sent this backstage, this song is for you", then he broke into Big Old Brew, and Little Old You. We went apeshit!! Fucking awesome times.

[mistah willies]

Damn fine.


That is how you do it: Get that rack of pounders to the man in command.

And, true class is reciprocating the joy to the folks who came to see you do your best on stage, ain't that fucking right.

[oettinger]

We were in that beautiful town of essen, germany, when we got so drunk that we couldn`t tell the difference between the warump band and the main act "Bold Thrower". Had a blast and woke up in some train heading in the totally wrong direction filled with people commuting to work disgusted by our sheer appearance and bad smell. Worst part was trying to not fall asleep again and travel to the other quarter of germany

Very nice people, had a long talk with them
Example one, bolt thrower
More death metal from the UK
and finally their most brutal shit

[mistah willies]

Wintery start of 1987, Portland Civic Center, watched Geddy Lee playing bass with one hand, keyboards with the other, and singing, all at the same time.

I didn't know that such a thing was possible at the time

He was playing his bass in syncopation to the keyboards and vocals, in an odd time signature, like 5/7.