A Question for Wednesday

Based on your response to yesterday's question, I guess most of my blog readers are sharp dressers!

I could tell you more stories of my unfortunate fashion mishaps but I think it's time to move on to the question for today:

What was the first concert you ever attended?

Now, I grew up in Houston and my dad was a policeman there for many years.  Part of being a policeman is working "extra jobs" to earn a little additional money.

One of my dad's "extra jobs" was working security for concerts.  Since he had an insider's view to what goes on at many concerts, I was severely deprived as a child and forbidden to attend any.  

In the words of my dad, "Everyone is either drunk or high and all it takes is one idiot pulling out a gun and you will die."  With that glowing recommendation ringing in my ears, I lived in fear of concert goers for most of my growing up years. 

It wasn't until my junior year of college that I finally got my chance to go to my first concert.  I was still a little leery of the prospect of death, but it seemed like a safe venue since it was an outdoor ampitheater at the Texas State Fair.

My first concert?  Don Henley.  Whom I simply love.

You do know who he is, don't you?

Don Henley of The Eagles fame?

I enjoyed every minute of it.  But I did have to admit to my dad that he was right.  The majority of the concert attendees did appear to be quite... ahem... inebriated.  And the man directly in front of me was indulging in something a tad bit stronger.

In fact, when Don (his closest fans such as me call him that) started sharing about a cause near and dear to his heart, the "indulgent" man in front of me yelled, "Shut up and sing!" in a rather loud and obnoxious manner.

It was a little alarming.  And quite rude. 

But at least I made it out alive.

Now let's talk about you:

What was the first concert you ever attended?

Talk to me, people.  Don't be shy!