(Thank goodness I'm not eligible to enter myself, or else I'd have to tell you all about the time I got picked up by the cops at a Candlebox show when I was 15 – and not for throwing rocks at the band, unfortunately.) As always, be sure to I worked for a major East Coast music retailer for most of the '80's and I could pull from my memory any number of stories of concerts past.But the best experience I have had in my concert history was going to see the Stones when they played Scott Stadium with my two boys.
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I as well have been to many grateful dead shows bu , i have been back stage at many dave mathews shows (old Friend ) of Leroi moore (deceased ) was there when chelsea clinton was back stage ,lots of secret agents in black suits ,but there was still a nice party back stage regardless of all the suits .
another time was at the outback lodge in charlottesville va (now closed ) got tyo be all personal with james cotton ,went back to his hotel room and partied and talked to him nearly all night long ,have met and personally hung out with screaming cheetah wheelies,warren haynes ,derick trucks, buddy miles ,koko taylor,bonepony,southern culture and the skids,gibb droll,terry garland and mark wenner,elephant boy,drin"n"cryin,funkomatic,blue dogs ,seven mary three,magic hat, would love the oppurtunity to see some modern day shows am geetting older now and have not been to any shows since jerry garcias birthday bash at sunshine day dream the year he passed away was the last show i have been to I am a poor old farmer that loves good music and would love the chance to go again ,have a great day ,have a great show if I dont get to see you or it and have a great summer ,thanks for the time ,have a great summer ,peace and love ,leonard cason Favorite concert experience would have to be seeing the Decemberists for the fourth time, made uniquely special by the wonderful location at the Pavilion on the Downtown Mall.
As soon as the music started, I thought my chest was compressing with every hit of the kick drum...
and mind you, this was a metal concert, with double bass drums in full effect and my chest rapidly compressing.
However, the real compression was only starting, as what felt like a horde of elephants began running into me from every direction.
I had no idea what to do, and the mosh pit was quickly engulfing the entire floor where my friends has not too inadvertently told me would be "the best place to stand." A fight for survival ensued, and by the end of it, my jeans had ripped completely off of my left leg, my shirt had buttons torn out, my hair was wild and spiked with sweat, my friend had been trampled in a circle pit and had a rib broken, but most of all, I was carnally ecstatic.C,, where I put out one of the many antiwar underground papers circulating in the armed forces at the times.Finally split for Canada after being assured by my lawyer - a Black guy, that my legal alternatives had been exhausted and I was probably gonna get thrown on a plane to Vietnam, even if I refused orders, which I had been doing.Anyway, after landing on my feet as a reporter for the (then "Montreal Star") and a street rag, "Logos", I was able to get into concerts for free as a member of the oil immersion light show that a friend I made had put together.I was writing interviews with Muddy Waters, the Kinks, even got invited to sit in when John and Yoko did their sleep in Montreal.I had on fairly nice jeans, a Ralph Lauren button down, and shoes that were certainly not inexpensive.