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.
Wow.
By the way, the tinnitus from all those shows is absolutely delicious.
Disturbing the Priest.
ReplyDeleteYeah, yeah, I know it's a Sabbath song, but I couldn't help myself.
;-)
ReplyDeleteWe seem to be losing some people lately.
ReplyDeleteDamn.
Really liked them
There behind the glass
ReplyDeleteIs a real blade of grass
Be careful as you pass
Move along - Move along