My first concert was AC/DC, the “Back in Black” tour. I was 14. It was an amazing concert–of course, what did I have to compare it to, you know? I went with my friend Chris who if I recall, brought a bottle of gin and cherry soda so we can make slow gin fizzes. Half way through the concert, he jumped and knocked my drink out of my hands…it doused the front of me, staining my white jeans. Yeah, I had on white jeans. It was the 80s. We wore shit like that.
What I remember most was that some guy in front of us was hunched over passed out. There was a footprint on his back. I also remember getting a total contact buzz from the audience since we paid extra cash to sit in the pavilion. I don’t think I realized I was high at the time but it was hard not to be–AC/DC fans are loyal with their weed, that’s for sure.
That is one of my fondest memories I have ever had with Chris. I just talked to him about a month ago and we laughed about that concert all over again.