I've been going to maybe a half dozen concerts a year since 1990 or so. My best concert memories
Woodstock '94: This was just a few miles up the road from where I live, so no way I was going to miss it. I got there around noon on Friday and there were tents everywhere. I set my tent up in front of the stage where there were a bunch of tents already. After a while I decided that if I wanted to get any sleep, it wasn't going to be in front of the main stage so I moved my tent away from the stage.
Friday was pleasant and there were a bunch of minor acts - Rollins Band, Jackyl, Sheryl Crow that were pretty good. When I went to look for my tent in the dark, there were now thousands of tents where there had been only a few. I finally found my tent though.
Saturday was pleasant too, until it rained for a while in mid-afternoon. Then people making mud slides turned the grounds into a giant mud pit. Crosby Stills & Nash finished up early evening then there was a long delay where the stage went black. After about an hour NIN went on stage all covered in mud. They played anyway, and they rocked. By the time they finished, their stage set was just about destroyed. I thought they were the best act there. Metallica was on after them but I wasn't that interested. About 2:00 I got startled awake by explosions. Aerosmith was just finishing with a fireworks show.
By Sunday morning everything was mud and smelled terrible since the toilets had not been cleaned and were now upside down in the mud. I wandered around for a while then decided I really had enough and went home. Somehow, I managed to stay relatively dry and not thrown in a mud pit. I still have some Woodstock cash kicking around here somewhere.
Second concert: NIN in Albany in Dec 1994. After Woodstock, I wasn't going to miss this. I talked a friend that had gone to other concerts with me into going. I think I was probably the only person there over 40 other than arena staff. :-) The line up was Marilyn Manson, Jim Rose Circus and NIN. I didn't care too much for Marilyn Manson. The Jim Rose Circus was crazy. NIN rocked again, better this time since they had a real stage set and lighting.
At one point some 300 lb guy landed in seats just in front of me. After a while he must have gotten bored so he got up and left, taking the seats with him :-). A bit later I saw these two seats being waved around near the stage and then thrown on stage. When NIN finished, I hung around for the encore. After about 15 minutes, someone announced that someone had thrown a shoe and hit the drummer in the head, giving him a concussion. No encore, show over. That was about the last concert my friend went with me to. He figured I was too hardcore, too crazy, or something :-)
Third concert: Woodstock '99. I was hoping it would be back in my towm, but the town didn't really want another Woodstock, so I had to drive a few hours to get there. I got there around noon on Thursday and staked my tent in the camping area. This time they at least pretended to have the tents organized. Thursday again was minor acts. It was bright sun and high 90's to 100+ all weekend except at night when it was maybe 90. Friday, Saturday and Sunday had a bunch of good bands.
Saturday night got really crazy. Limp Bizkit was up early Saturday evening and I think their purpose was to incite a riot. Their sound kept getting cut and there were people being crushed into the sound towers. There were somewhere around 200,000 people there and a huge number of them started throwing empty water bottles across the field, then a few minutes the bottles would be returned. After Korn finished, I decided I'd had enough and headed back to my tent. On the way back, there was a bunch of people who seemed to be having a huge mock battle and it was very windy. I made it back to my tent. After a little while I woke up with the wind blowing strong, lots of racket, and people rushing around. Being slightly dazed, I wondered if Armageddon was here.
Sunday morning, things were slightly back to normal and some people were leaving. I hung around until Jewel finished. By this time I had gone all weekend on about 8 hours sleep and was not looking forward to fighting traffic out of there on Monday morning so headed out right after that, missing out on the Sunday night riot.
The drum circles with people pounding on 55 gallon drums day and night were crazy too. The early morning raves were entertaining.
After that, I went to Ozzfest for 2 or 3 years, and that was entertaining until it turned into basicall ryap metal bands.
So now I mostly go to concerts about 1.5 hours away. Once in a while my wife will go with me, if it's a Crosby Still and Nash concert, or a Yanni concert :-)
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