Wednesday, August 16, 2006

First rock concert

Play along, will you? Blue Girl has inspired me to ask: what was your first rock concert? Blue Girl's was Peter Frampton.

I saw Smokey Robinson and the Miracles first, I believe. But that was as a very young kid at Disneyland with my parents and cousins. It doesn't count. My very first genuine rock concert was... Steve Miller's Fly Like an Eagle tour, San Diego. I was a young lad, but I went with a friend and his older brother and without mom and dad. And everyone there was smoking the marihuana!

23 comments:

MT said...

"Kiss." "Fly Like an Eagle" was a song my metallic friends liked to hold up for sneering ridicule. Now I own a "Best of" album of Steve Miller's older stuff (before he went custom van).

MT said...

"ME AND my metallic friends liked to hold up for sneering ridicule."

Didn't meant to absolve myself.

helmut said...

I know. Look, I was all of 12 years old or so. I was into Kiss too, and Led Zeppelin. But I was also back temporarily after years abroad where I was mostly exposed to Brit pop (Pilot!) and stuff like Cat Stevens. Steve Miller was a psychedelic trip into the universe of the mind given that background.

Bobby Lightfoot said...

Wow. Smokey.

My first was a horrible Doobie Bros. with th' stupid Cars opening. I thought it was preposterous. God, did that prime me for punk rock.

Everybody was getting all wrecked on th' evil weed and the stupid longhair Doobie Bro. singer was like *bring it up to the stage so the proper authorities can get rid of it*.

Oh, it was horrible. I don't know if my twelve-year-old self was more disgusted by th' AOR tosser audience or the whole bring-your-weed-up police state crap.

It had a lot more influence on me than any good show ever did.

helmut said...

Jesus, Bobby. I'm sorry. "Space blues" or whatever they were calling Steve Miller's lethargic bunk is a lot less offensive than the Doobie Bros wanting to take your doobies to the authorities.

Somewhat relatedly, there was a blues bar (quickly defunct, I believe) in DC called something like "Smokeless." You could go listen to live blues in a wholesome, smoke-free environment. They may have even required you to turn your frown upside down at the door.

roxtar said...

My first concert was more in the nature of a "teen dance" at Our Town's Heritage Holidays festival back in the mid 60's. It was hipper than I realized at the time, featuring the McCoys ("Hang On, Sloopy") with Rick Derringer along with James Brown and the Famous Flames (!).

Later, we moved to the Big City, where (in 1970) I enjoyed Three Dog Night with special guest Uriah Heep (!).

Loved the Heep, by the way. Still do.

MT said...

Among teen metal heads, 12 gets you tried as an adult.

lonesomepolecat said...

steve miller, somewhere in seattle, space cowboy era. too old for the show/crowd, and the cop at the door said "hope you have a really great time in there". got spare-changed by girl-waifs too.

Anonymous said...

My first concert was Pat Boone at the Angeles Temple -- I was ten years old. Growing up pentecostal we didn't attend dances, movies, rock concerts, or listen to "secular" music - so Pat Boone at the Temple was a pretty memorable event. Debbie Boone even made a special appearance to sing a duet with her father

I saw my first rock concert in 1979 when I was a senior in High School. It was Fleetwood Mac at the Fabulous Forum on their "Tusk" tour backed up by the USC Marching Band. The concert was cool - especially with the marching band, but I was overwhelmed by the crowds and the smoke.

helmut said...

Cool, Lonesome Polecat. We're two against MT's one now.

I'm sorry, Pentecostal Boy. Hearing Pat Boone must have been as psychologically scarring as Bobby's doobie being taken up by a Doobie.

Anonymous said...

Pantera with Type O-Negative opening.

I was fifteen and discovered the joys of the mosh pit and crowd surfing.

helmut said...

Pantera! Dude! That might be worse than Steve Miller.

flaco delgado said...

Well, I did see Chuck Berry at Astroworld when I was 11 or 12. This presents a conundrum as to whether it was my first concert or not because it had aspects of a parent concert & real concert. My parents weren't there--ok, that's the only "non parent" element. It was an amusement park and not even dark yet. Okay. Doesn't count. The really sad thing was how many people were watching. I'd say 100-150 tops.

I guess that makes my first real concert the Police. It was a transitional period when they were already moving from goofy and musically interesting early Police to horribly overwrought Stingified Police. That said, it was a good show, but what the hell did I have to compare it to? I'll tell you what, Joan Jett, who opened. And she fucking rocked. So I guess I'm changing my answer and going with Joan Jett as my first. (Don't I wish.)

And lay off Pantera. How's that worse than Steve Miller? I'm not trying to get into a battle of who's first concert experience was coolest, mine certainly wasn't; just wondering why Pantera is trailing Steve Miller in the rankings. Both bands are from the D/FW area, maybe that's enough to comingle them.

helmut said...

Actually, I have nothing against Pantera. I don't even know their music. I simply picture them with lots of hair.

Joan Jett was also one of my first rock concerts. She opened for someone else - I can't remember who at all (it wasn't the Police). Only Joan Jett.

MT said...

Joan Jett was also one of my first rock concerts. She opened for someone else - I can't remember who at all (it wasn't the Police). Only Joan Jett.

Figures.

helmut said...

What? The forgetfulness?

Who, among us, remembers clearly their first rock concerts?

Anonymous said...

The Kinks in a small theatre in Mainz, Germany in 1964. Unsure of what we were up to, my girlfriend's mother had to go along.

helmut said...

Lucky you, Richard. I would have loved to have been there. It took me until this year to see Ray Davies live. Neddie Jingo, XTCFan, me, and Helmette. Nice show, nice company. But it wasn't the Kinks and Dave Davies' little green amp.

MT said...

It figures because within the scope of manhood you were but a babe, and so was Joan "I...LOVE...(my leather body suit)" Jett.

Anonymous said...

Then The Who in an auditorium, across the river, in Wiesbaden, Germany in the 1965, where a classmate stole one of their Marshall amps.

helmut said...

Dammit, Richard! I've got Steve Miller and Joan Jett. Toss in some nonsense like The Motels. You've got the Kinks and the Who before they went adult and everything.

I'm now covering my ears and "nah nah nah"-ing.

Anonymous said...

A 2 day festival in 1967 in Zurich: Jimi, John Mayall and the Bluesbreakers, The Animals, The Move, Traffic...I'm fuzzy on the rest; all at an indoor bicycle racing track. For some reason, completely unknown to me to this day, the people in the A seats, which were folding wooden chairs in the flat center section of the arena (the track itself was banked and done in strip wood like flooring), began tearing the chairs apart and throwing sections at Jimi, hooting and booing all the while. Very strange.

helmut said...

"Nah nah nah, hmmmm deed dum do...."