I can still remember my first concert - my Mom took me to see James Brown during Bumbershoot, Seattle's yearly arts and culture festival. It's no exaggeration to say that my young life was forever changed. As my son Henry grows up, I was seriously debating what to give him as his first live music experience. Should I take him to see Bill Frisell when he comes to our tiny island? Or maybe a bluegrass hoedown would be more his thing? I know I wanted his first time experiencing the glory and power of a live band to be really something special. So, of course, it's no surprise that it happened entirely by accident - at a sprawling summer solstice party held by a local restaurant owner, a trio of high school students climbed up into a flatbed truck and started playing a set of covers. Before I knew it, Henry had plopped down on his butt in the grass and was swaying back and forth to "Sweet Emotion" by Aerosmith with a big dumb grin on his face. I guess it doesn't really matter what your first is, as long as it's not your last. What was your first concert? How about your kids? Let's talk about it in the comments!