Rest In Peace
First concert of the well over a hundred I ever went to was Emerson Lake and Palmer at the Spectrum in Philly. I was maybe 15 at the time.
A friend and I convinced a priest at our school -- no kidding -- to drive us down for the price of a ticket and gas.
85 miles an hour on the Schuylkill Expressway, going the wrong way on ramps when he made a wrong turn, and he was happy to partake of the herbal remedies being passed around the floor.
By the way, the tinnitus from all those shows is absolutely delicious.