The first concert I ever attended was Black Sabbath, Foghat, and Head East ("SavemylifeI'mgoin'downforthelasttime").
Sabbath took the stage to the chords of "Iron Man".
I was 16, so this was 1974. Seven of us piled into my Mom's station wagon and drove 100 miles to see them in Sam Houston Coliseum. On the way home one of my "posse" threw up out the side window and it froze in a brown glaze along the side of the car.
The next morning I stumbled out to make sure I hadn't left roaches in the ashtray and there was my kid brother, standing by the Country Squire and scratching (with his fingernail) and then sniffing the dried puke.
"I know what this is! ... What is it?!?" he asked.
"Why don't you taste it and see if you recognize it?" I said.
So he did, and he still couldn't guess, so I told him.
He put a little of his own retch on the side of Mom's car, and I acquired a lifetime joke.
When Van Halen released their debut album they made one of their tour stops the Texas Jam, at the Cotton Bowl in Dallas in 1980. They came on at ten o'clock in the morning, jamming "Runnin' With the Devil". First time I ever saw naked chicks at a concert. It was 100 degrees and people were passing out from the heat, so about 4 in the afternoon the DFD drove a pumper truck onto the field and just started spraying everyone. People by the dozens came outta their clothes, and then dudes started grabbing some of the girls, then the cops waded in and started busting people.
Never knew what a mosh pit was until I was too old to have fun with 'em, and never went to a Lollapolooza.
Still bang my head every now and then, mostly on accident. :wink: