I think yall know by now that I would have been happy as a clam hanging out (or living) on a bus like this in the 60's. I swear, sometimes, I was born in the wrong decade.
I love a live show more than just about any other event and the best I ever attended was the 2nd to last Grateful Dead set in St. Louis, 1995. I'm not even sure we were entirely invited, but our good friend, Elliott said he was going and my college BFF, Millie, and I announced we were, too. No tickets, little money, a tent to camp in, good friends and the promise of some fantastic music? Heaven for me.
It was all that I dreamed it would be and more. I can still smell the patchouli. And, the sweaty hippies.
Somehow, we scored an extra ticket and were able to "give a miracle" to a sweet lost soul who followed the band with the enthusiasm and carefree life I secretly envied. He cried when we gave him the ticket and I'm pretty sure we did, too, after seeing his gratitude. It was all magical and by far, the best concert of my life.
My first show? I believe that was George Michael's Faith tour. (another of my loves, though, of an entirely different genre).
Favorite? The Grateful Dead.
***What was your first? And, favorite?