I remember the first concert I ever went to: KISS, July 21, 1977, Winnipeg Arena, as part of their Love Gun tour. The opening act was a pre-Budokan Cheap Trick.
This was when KISS was at their biggest during their first act. Flames! Spitting blood! Floating drum risers! Guitars bursting in a shower of sparks! Paul Stanley singing about his dick! It was amazing.
I bought ever single bit of merch I could afford. I still have the program–and the ticket stub, of course.
The reason I bring this up is because I saw this article at BuzzFeed that seeks to explain why your first concert is always the best. Any stories you’d like to share?