I went to my concert ever when I was 15 years old, and my dad insisted on chaperoning me. Not only was it bad enough that he wouldn’t let me out of his sight, but he sat there with COTTON stuffed in his ears THE ENTIRE TIME.
I thought about that adolescent experience this week because I went to see Garbage in Washington DC. This time, however, I felt like the old timer.
It was pure awesomeness though. The 9:30 Club is a very intimate space, and even lead singer Shirley Manson herself said, “It feels like you’re part of us, and we’re part of you!”
What was the first concert you went to? What’s the last one you’ve been to?
Did your parents ever tag along?