Uh....if you don't count field trips (in which case probably the DSO, I think, doing Holst's The Planets for kids)....um...the only one I remember would be my parents taking us to see Jerry Goldsmith conduct the Detroit Symphony in his film scores. Other than that...I guess there was the Violent Femmes as the Fancy Dress concert one year at W&L (no prizes for guessing the only song I remember them playing) if it has to be a band or something.
My first attempt was Guns 'n' Roses, when I was twelve or so, but parents vetoed (in retrospect, can't really blame them). A year later I got tickets to Smashing Pumpkins and Garbage, and my parents vetoed again and sold my tickets (still resentful).
First successful concerts, both small venue and large venue, were when I was fourteen; Friday night some alt-country or rockabilly band, probably the Steam Donkeys or Cowslingers, at the best dive bar in Buffalo (sadly closed down last month), Mohawk Place. I was with some older friends in the music scene, and vividly remember a cockroach sitting on the toilet paper holder in the bathroom, and closing out the bar at 5 a.m. with a round of flaming apple pie shots, which terrified me. Then the next night we went to see BNL and the Goo Goo Dolls at the arena, and apparently Robbie from the Goos waved hi as he was walking past before the show and I didn't remember that I had met him at Mohawk the previous night. (:
The Scorpions, and I was not old enough to drive, so probably 15. The funny part of this was, we had to go to wait in line for tickets at the Coliseum and here I am with a group of teenage friends, in line with mostly teens and young adults. You can imagine the type of group that band attracted in the early 80s. These two elderly women get in line behind us. Eventually they ask, "Is this the line for the cat show?" Yes, there was a cat show down in the basement of the Coliseum that day...and no, this was not the line. I still laugh thinking about it. They were probably scared of the crowd. We did direct them to the right place.
My mother was a native of Germany who lived through the Nazi period and the war of course. Her family was Prussian, my grandfather (her father) was a violinist who was invited to play with the Berlin Philharmonic, and she was a self educated pianist, who won a scholarship to a conservatory. She risked her life to go to her studies and miss the regular mandatory Nazi Youth Group meetings they all had to attend or risk big trouble.
So naturally, my first concert was in Centreville, MD when it was a very big deal to have the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra play at the local high school, conducted by Rainer Meidel who became Concert Master for the Seattle Symphony Orchestra and a Mozart piece was on the program. I was about 14, my sweet German Shepherd had just had 12 puppies and lost 3, but I was determined to go anyway. I woke up in the morning to classical music and I loved it. Sadly, I was immersed in some versions of rock later. I cannot remember the first rock concert that I attended. Probably Jonathan Edwards at Georgetown University at around 17 or so.
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