Baby's First Concert
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!
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As a young musician I wanted to attend everything and anything under the sun, but my first concert accompanied by an adult was to see Ozzy Osbourne. I remember standing in line with guys 10x my size waiting to take my seat and later wondering why rock and roll smelled funny like a skunk.
Since then I’ve attended many shows as well as performed many of my own and yet nothing will ever compare to the ringing in my ears from that first concert. Thanks for letting me relive that night!
Sean (Lotus Photography)
I probably don’t remember my first experience hearing a live band, but I do remember the first big concert I attended. My mom won tickets to see The Wallflowers at the Universal Ampitheater(now Gibson) off a local rock radio station. While I wasn’t a huge wallflowers fan, I was very fond of Fiona Apple who had just begun her career with her first record, Tidal. Oddly enough the night of my first concert was also the first time I smelled pot smoke. (my mom pointed it out – now how would she know such a thing?!)
taylor
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