The First Concert


The best concert I ever attended was most probably the first one I ever attended. I have been to many concerts over the years, everything from Squeeze to Judas Priest. Almost all of them I have enjoyed, but something special was in that very first one.

The very first concert I ever went to was Hall and Oates. It was in 1983, when I was 12 years old. A friend of mine (who was 28 at the time) asked me if I wanted to go....naturally my reaction was an exclamation "YES!!!". A friend of hers from work got the tickets for us, and took us to the Marta park and ride, and we rode Marta to the Omni. I'll never forget his beat up, ugly green car with the brown canvas top.

Once we got to the Onmi, people were everywhere. I felt extremely small and puny next to all these grown-ups. Shortly after buying a t-shirt, we found our way to our seats which were on the floor, on the fourteenth row. I was so excited as I watched the roadies assemble and test the equipment for the band. I gazed at my "H20" t-shirt and very carefully threaded it through a belt loop on my jeans so no one could steal it from me. After watching the opening act, Marshall Crenshaw, I thought Hall and Oates would never take the stage. My friend Kathy had emptied her purse and concealed a camera in it. It was in pieces, the lens here, the camera there, and the flash over here. I can still remember how heavy that camera-laden purse was. As the lights dimmed, the crowd rose to its feet and everyone whistled and yelled. Kathy quickly assembled the camera and took the entire roll within the first two or three songs. I still have those shots somewhere, although I gave the ones of John away to a cousin. I remember there was smoke all over the stage as they came out, one by one, with Daryl and John being the last onstage. They started off with "Family Man", and what happened after that is hard to remember....except when Daryl took off his shirt to reveal the flimsy undershirt he had on.....Anyways, I didn't know the man sitting to my left, but he was obviously enjoying the concert. He was smoking a joint and the smell was horrid. I kept waving my hands and trying to blow the icky smoke away.

Most of the concert is a fuzzy memory now, but I do remember that it was a fantastic show. We rode Marta home, and I, clutching my brand-new Hall and Oates t-shirt reverently in my hand, cried. I never knew exactly why...maybe it was too much marijuana smoke.


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The First Concert


The best concert I ever attended was most probably the first one I ever attended. I have been to many concerts over the years, everything from Squeeze to Judas Priest. Almost all of them I have enjoyed, but something special was in that very first one.

The very first concert I ever went to was Hall and Oates. It was in 1983, when I was 12 years old. A friend of mine (who was 28 at the time) asked me if I wanted to go....naturally my reaction was an exclamation "YES!!!". A friend of hers from work got the tickets for us, and took us to the Marta park and ride, and we rode Marta to the Omni. I'll never forget his beat up, ugly green car with the brown canvas top.

Once we got to the Onmi, people were everywhere. I felt extremely small and puny next to all these grown-ups. Shortly after buying a t-shirt, we found our way to our seats which were on the floor, on the fourteenth row. I was so excited as I watched the roadies assemble and test the equipment for the band. I gazed at my "H20" t-shirt and very carefully threaded it through a belt loop on my jeans so no one could steal it from me. After watching the opening act, Marshall Crenshaw, I thought Hall and Oates would never take the stage. My friend Kathy had emptied her purse and concealed a camera in it. It was in pieces, the lens here, the camera there, and the flash over here. I can still remember how heavy that camera-laden purse was. As the lights dimmed, the crowd rose to its feet and everyone whistled and yelled. Kathy quickly assembled the camera and took the entire roll within the first two or three songs. I still have those shots somewhere, although I gave the ones of John away to a cousin. I remember there was smoke all over the stage as they came out, one by one, with Daryl and John being the last onstage. They started off with "Family Man", and what happened after that is hard to remember....except when Daryl took off his shirt to reveal the flimsy undershirt he had on.....Anyways, I didn't know the man sitting to my left, but he was obviously enjoying the concert. He was smoking a joint and the smell was horrid. I kept waving my hands and trying to blow the icky smoke away.

Most of the concert is a fuzzy memory now, but I do remember that it was a fantastic show. We rode Marta home, and I, clutching my brand-new Hall and Oates t-shirt reverently in my hand, cried. I never knew exactly why...maybe it was too much marijuana smoke.


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