I wrote about this in one of my posts but, in short, when I was I think 18, I saw a triple bill of Dead Milkmen, Meat Puppets and Red Hot Chili Peppers. This was the Freaky Styley tour and Hillel Slovak was still alive. It was at a warehouse in Long Beach, California. The crowd was going apeshit and being 5’2”I made my escape by climbing the marshall stacks at the front of the stage. I stayed up there almost the entire night. Security kept trying to get me down but they were too big. At the end of the Peppers set, they invited both openers on stage and all12 musicians jammed hard for another hour, playing punked out classic rock cover tunes like, “I Just Wanna Make Love To You.”
SOOOO many. The Jayhawks in a small theater in Grand Rapids was surprisingly (not sure why) awesome. Seeing Michael Franti & Spearhead (before he went pop) at the Royal Oak Music Theater (a terrible venue) the Friday after Obama got elected for the first time was easily the most fun and joyous concert experience ever. Seeing The Call in their prime at Harpos in the Detroit area was nearly a religious experience. Seeing Jill Sobule at the Ark in Ann Arbor and sitting a table 3 feet from her, allowing me to converse with her all night and make requests she was delighted to get and play was very cool. The first time I saw Bruce Cockburn, he played solo, touring The Charity of Night, which is a jazz-influenced album, and when I realized he was going to be playing solo, I was a bit disappointed - until he, using only an acoustics guitar and some effects pedals, absolutely blew me away. I also saw him years later with a band of "young bucks" playing fully electric and he ALSO blew me away... we were even treated to the exceedingly rare Cockburbn electric guitar solo (a BIG, LONG one at that!). Seeing Black Dub at some small club in Detroit was amazing - and Trixie Whitley certainly knows how to "work" a crowd... she caught my eyes for several moments and I had to look away because as a married man, I felt guilty! Cloud Cult is one of the most amazing live acts you'll ever see. Getting to see Pearl and the Beard at The Ark (before their far-too-early break up) was stellar. I've seen Glen Hansard a few times and he is, without a doubt, possibly the most engaging performer working today. Seeing Lenny Kravitz (touring his debut album) open for Tom Petty at the Palace of Auburn Hills was amazing and Petty was even better... and then seeing Lenny headline his own tour on his second album, playing some shit hole on Woodward in Detroit was FANTASTIC - and Grover Washington Jr. (who was playing next door at that nice Theater on Woodward) joined Lenny on-stage for Lenny's encore. I can go on and on and on...
I have so many!! Seeing Ani DiFranco last summer at Codfish Hallow was an amazing experience! It’s such a cool venue- an old barn in the middle of nowhere with gorgeous landscape.
Having people use me to get onto the stage to do stage dives at a Gorilla Biscuits show at Wooly’s in Des Moines (the person I went with set me up there because I was stupid drunk and he wanted to keep an eye on me 😆).
Seeing Live, Blind Melon, PIL, and BAD II just before the two opening acts made it big…
Seeing The Innocence Mission after their first album and getting to interview them with my sister who worked at a college radio station.
Natalie Merchant, Tori Amos…Depeche Mode, OMD, New Order, Sinead, Sugar Cubes, The Cure…
Being with my group of 50 year old ex-punks (or still? lol) at My Life With the Thrill Kill Cult in Iowa City last year.
But, probably the one that will go down as my favorite experience was my first concert. REM on Halloween night in 1987. I went with a group of friends and we went to a pizza place after and met up with another group of friends. It was a super foggy night, and seeing to get home was a challenge!
King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard @ Red Rocks October 10, 2022. Probably not a combo most people would pick, I reckon. The original show was supposed to be in May of 2020.
The moon rose behind the Denver skyline as we waited in line to enter (harvest moon was 10/9; this thing was red and massive as it outlined downtown Denver). The nicest, most polite, and fun crowd combined with a band that matched. KGLW threw down a three hour journey through their expansive catalog of music and even featured a proper 15-minute intermission.
Classic band? Not for most people. Classic venue? The best amphitheater I have been able to visit. Put them together and it was an unforgettable night.
Sorry late to this party! I've been to very few concerts in my life. My very first was Grateful Dead (78) I also saw Frank Zappa 79? My favorite concert was in 1986 seeing Paul Simon-Graceland tour with Lady Smith Black Mambazo-Hugh Masekela and Miriam Makeba what a show! So many fine musicians in one place at the beautiful Chicago Theater.
This is an impossible task to pick one so I will try to only list my top 5:
1) Seeing Radiohead the first time at the Gorge on the Kid A tour was transcendent and seeing them the second time in Vancouver when sheets of rain dropped from the sky just as Thom Yorke sang "Rain down, rain down, come on, rain down on me". THAT was beyond!
2) Slowdive in 2014 was a life goal finally met. That may be the best show I have ever seen. It is tied in the top 3 for sure.
3) Sigur Ros at Benayora Hall. There were points where a majority of the crowd was crying due to the shear heartbreaking beauty of the music. Jonsi's outfit made him look like an angel and that voice just pierced everyone's soul. Utter beauty.
4) Seeing My Bloody Valentine was an unexpectedly painful experience physically because they were so loud it was like standing in front of a jet engine. My hearing has never been quite the same. TMI warning: my body had been beaten by sound so much that when I got home my pee was orange. I have never seen that before or since. Was this a good experience? It was certainly memorable.
5) David Bowie in Vancouver on the Reality tour. Unquestionably the sexiest man alive at the time. That Star charisma is a real thing and he radiated it. And that BAND. This was one of those "I'm so glad I saw him before he died" moments. There was none other than Bowie.
Honorable mentions: R.E.M. on the Green tour (my first concert ever), Lollapalooza #1, every Stereolab tour, Keith Richards & the Xpensive Winos, John Cale in 1995, The Cure playing a make-up show after postponement that went 3 hours, Tom Waits in Vancouver, Sharon Jones & the Dap Kings with 30 people dancing our asses off, every Arcade Fire concert I have been to feels like coming home, Shearwater doing the entire Scary Monsters & Super Freaks album as an encore, Beyonce Renaissance
The Ramones at the Attic nightclub in Greenville, North Carolina somewhere around 1990/91?
The Attic was small and held maybe 500/600? I'm not even sure how it happened, but I somehow was asked the day of the show by the club owner if I wanted to work as a local stage hand. I was a teenager heavily into music and playing drums, so I jumped at the chance to see this legendary act in a small venue. I had never even been inside the Attic since it was 21 and over, and I was told by the owner that if I even looked at an alcoholic beverage while I was in his venue he would kick my ass then throw me out and ban me forever. I wasn't remotely interested in alcohol, I just wanted to be involved in music any way possible.
I showed up that afternoon around 1 PM to find a nondescript semi truck backing down the narrow ally which served as the entrance to the club. I was impressed the driver was skilled enough to get that big truck into such a tight space. The truck driver jumped out of the cab and I noticed right away what looked to be an old scar from maybe a bullet hole on the guy's face. He didn't say anything and I could tell by his demeanor he meant business. The semi trailer was packed top to bottom and I was amazed at all the gear packed in road cases and stacked like a Tetris game.
The Attic had an enormous PA that was legendary on the east coast, but the Ramones brought their own PA and lights. It was the first time I had seen a self contained touring act. Since I was the local "drum hand" I was tasked with cleaning Marky Ramone's piano black Pearl drum set, hardware and Paiste cymbals. I helped the band's drum tech get the drums, hardware and cymbals out of the cases and I was handed a bottle of cleaning solution and a few rags and instructed to make everything look like mirrors. What was so interesting is all the equipment already looked like mirrors. It was clean, no fingerprints, hand prints, dust or scratches. It was pristine, almost as if they had just bought it from the music store across the street from the Attic. I thought I had done an excellent job when the drum tech looked it over and pointed out areas I had somehow missed, so I was told to keep cleaning. In hindsight this was probably just done to keep me busy and out of the way, but I tried my damndest to deep clean everything. If I scrubbed any harder the paint would've come off the drums, the chrome off those stands and the finish off the cymbals.
Late that afternoon the stage was set and the road crew did the sound check and there was no sign of the band. No tour bus parked outside or on the curb in front of the club. I left to grab dinner then returned to the venue around 9:30. there was no opening act and I was lucky enough that I could sit behind the mixing console with the band's front of house engineer. This was probably arranged so an eye could be kept on me by the owner to make sure I didn't try to sneak a beer.
The band seemed to be running late and a thunder storm had formed making the power flicker on and off a few times. Somewhere around 10:30 PM the theme song from the movie, The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly started over the PA and the house lights went dark. The stage filled with smoke from the two smoke machines the band had on stage and you couldn't see your hand 12 inches in front of your face.
Suddenly out of the darkness with no warning we heard the infamous, "1,2,3,4!" and the stage lights came on in a flash and the Ramones, louder than anything I had ever heard in my life, were right there in front of me in their leather jacket's, torn jeans and worn out Vans. I remember thinking to myself, "How did they get on stage?" There were no flashlights showing them the way to the stage, they weren't in the club and suddenly they just appeared? My skin crawled and my life changed in an instant.
The Ramones played a solid two hours with almost no breaks. The only time I remember Joey saying anything to the audience was to introduce the song "Pet Cemetery", and even then Marky kept a steady beat going between his floor tom and snare.
After the band finished they retreated to the tiny dressing room just off the side of the stage and I was summoned to start the breakdown/load out process. I wanted to say something to the band but as I walked onto the stage Joey was escorted past me and out a side door and down a flight of steps to the tour bus waiting by the curb. I'm not sure what happened to the rest of the band. The remaining 3 Ramones seemed to disappear from the venue as quickly as they appeared. As I was breaking down the drums to put them in the road cases Marky walked by on his way out and I said something to the effect of, "great show", and he stops and pulls out a pair of drumsticks he had used that night and hands them to me and walks off. A small gesture to Marky, but to me it was like handing fresh water to a person that was lost at sea for 5 months.
After 30 years my recollection of the night pretty much stops there, but the sticks are sitting right here on my desk as a constant reminder of how that band and one night would alter the course of my life and send me down the road of an amazing musical journey over the next 30 years.
So many. Most recently, I was blown away seeing Tyler Childers in February and Sleater-Kinney in November. The latter had been a real bucket list must-see, and I was thrilled to see they'd lost none of their vitality after all these years.
Screaming Trees, Peabody's Down Under, Cleveland, OH 1993(4?). A band at the peak of their powers, close enough to see the sweat run off them.
Similar but different: Over The Rhine, Daily Double, Akron OH, 1994ish. The duo they are now were four deep then; and threw an utterly joyous vibe that everyone in the 150-cap room splashed around in.
In '98, I was a senior in Highschool. My dad took me with his brother and my best friend's dad (friend was in Reno for spring break I think?) to the Gorge Amphitheater to see Van Morrison, Joni Mitchell, and Bob Dylan. Absolutely none of my peers could have cared less that I saw this show lol
My uncle tried to sneak me some pot almost the entire day leading up the concert but I wasn't having it. Then before we made the hike from the camp grounds to the concert area, my best friend's dad hands me a gatorade bottle full of an odd colored gatorade. Definitely not Arctic Crush and says "this is mostly 90 proof rum, let's enjoy the show.
Frank SInatra had very recently passed away (maybe the thursday before) so all three came out on stage at one point for a tribute and sang "That's Life."
***Honorable mention to the TMBG show I saw in junior high for their John Henry tour when I waited in the alley behind the venue for the Johns. Their trumpeteer for the night came out and said "The guys wanted me to let anyone out here know that they aren't coming out this way but you can have these -" and handed us all some ice cream cups.
Iris Dement opening for Nancy Griffith in Seattle. Griffith was great, as expected, but we'd never heard of Dement. She walked out, stepped up to the microphone, and...that voice. Amazing.
Americans might not be familiar with Jann Arden but she's a Canadian icon. She's the only artist that I've seen more than once (three times). The reason that she's memorable for me is that she does a lot of chatting between songs and is very funny and relatable. Then, when she sings the songs, it's like an angel.
1. BOC with Nirvana and Mother Love Bone at the Starry Night in Portland.
2. Queensryche doing Operation Mind Crime in Seattle.
3. Crosby, stills, and Nash. Mid-80s in Portland. The opening act canceled a couple hours before the show, so each of the three of them came out and did 20 minutes acoustic and then broke into an acoustic version of Southern Cross, and then brought the whole band out to replay Southern Cross.
4. SRV with Bonnie Raitt as the opening act.
5. Joe Jackson on the Blaze of Glory tour. Unbelievable show
6. Did I mention Operation Mind Crime, Queensryche?
7. Edie Brickell and the new Bohemians. Exceeded all expectations.
8. Neil Young. 1992 at the Civic Auditoriumbin Portland.
9. Bad Religion at the Pine Street in Portland.
10. Van Halen concert at the coliseum bin Portland, 1980.
I stopped counting at 20 shows for Queensryche and loved everyone of them.
I wrote about this in one of my posts but, in short, when I was I think 18, I saw a triple bill of Dead Milkmen, Meat Puppets and Red Hot Chili Peppers. This was the Freaky Styley tour and Hillel Slovak was still alive. It was at a warehouse in Long Beach, California. The crowd was going apeshit and being 5’2”I made my escape by climbing the marshall stacks at the front of the stage. I stayed up there almost the entire night. Security kept trying to get me down but they were too big. At the end of the Peppers set, they invited both openers on stage and all12 musicians jammed hard for another hour, playing punked out classic rock cover tunes like, “I Just Wanna Make Love To You.”
Saw Beck (acoustic) open for Johnny Cash in the early 90s. I briefly chatted with Joe Strummer in the Pantages Theatre lobby between acts.
SOOOO many. The Jayhawks in a small theater in Grand Rapids was surprisingly (not sure why) awesome. Seeing Michael Franti & Spearhead (before he went pop) at the Royal Oak Music Theater (a terrible venue) the Friday after Obama got elected for the first time was easily the most fun and joyous concert experience ever. Seeing The Call in their prime at Harpos in the Detroit area was nearly a religious experience. Seeing Jill Sobule at the Ark in Ann Arbor and sitting a table 3 feet from her, allowing me to converse with her all night and make requests she was delighted to get and play was very cool. The first time I saw Bruce Cockburn, he played solo, touring The Charity of Night, which is a jazz-influenced album, and when I realized he was going to be playing solo, I was a bit disappointed - until he, using only an acoustics guitar and some effects pedals, absolutely blew me away. I also saw him years later with a band of "young bucks" playing fully electric and he ALSO blew me away... we were even treated to the exceedingly rare Cockburbn electric guitar solo (a BIG, LONG one at that!). Seeing Black Dub at some small club in Detroit was amazing - and Trixie Whitley certainly knows how to "work" a crowd... she caught my eyes for several moments and I had to look away because as a married man, I felt guilty! Cloud Cult is one of the most amazing live acts you'll ever see. Getting to see Pearl and the Beard at The Ark (before their far-too-early break up) was stellar. I've seen Glen Hansard a few times and he is, without a doubt, possibly the most engaging performer working today. Seeing Lenny Kravitz (touring his debut album) open for Tom Petty at the Palace of Auburn Hills was amazing and Petty was even better... and then seeing Lenny headline his own tour on his second album, playing some shit hole on Woodward in Detroit was FANTASTIC - and Grover Washington Jr. (who was playing next door at that nice Theater on Woodward) joined Lenny on-stage for Lenny's encore. I can go on and on and on...
I have so many!! Seeing Ani DiFranco last summer at Codfish Hallow was an amazing experience! It’s such a cool venue- an old barn in the middle of nowhere with gorgeous landscape.
Having people use me to get onto the stage to do stage dives at a Gorilla Biscuits show at Wooly’s in Des Moines (the person I went with set me up there because I was stupid drunk and he wanted to keep an eye on me 😆).
Seeing Live, Blind Melon, PIL, and BAD II just before the two opening acts made it big…
Seeing The Innocence Mission after their first album and getting to interview them with my sister who worked at a college radio station.
Natalie Merchant, Tori Amos…Depeche Mode, OMD, New Order, Sinead, Sugar Cubes, The Cure…
Being with my group of 50 year old ex-punks (or still? lol) at My Life With the Thrill Kill Cult in Iowa City last year.
But, probably the one that will go down as my favorite experience was my first concert. REM on Halloween night in 1987. I went with a group of friends and we went to a pizza place after and met up with another group of friends. It was a super foggy night, and seeing to get home was a challenge!
King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard @ Red Rocks October 10, 2022. Probably not a combo most people would pick, I reckon. The original show was supposed to be in May of 2020.
The moon rose behind the Denver skyline as we waited in line to enter (harvest moon was 10/9; this thing was red and massive as it outlined downtown Denver). The nicest, most polite, and fun crowd combined with a band that matched. KGLW threw down a three hour journey through their expansive catalog of music and even featured a proper 15-minute intermission.
Classic band? Not for most people. Classic venue? The best amphitheater I have been able to visit. Put them together and it was an unforgettable night.
Sorry late to this party! I've been to very few concerts in my life. My very first was Grateful Dead (78) I also saw Frank Zappa 79? My favorite concert was in 1986 seeing Paul Simon-Graceland tour with Lady Smith Black Mambazo-Hugh Masekela and Miriam Makeba what a show! So many fine musicians in one place at the beautiful Chicago Theater.
This is an impossible task to pick one so I will try to only list my top 5:
1) Seeing Radiohead the first time at the Gorge on the Kid A tour was transcendent and seeing them the second time in Vancouver when sheets of rain dropped from the sky just as Thom Yorke sang "Rain down, rain down, come on, rain down on me". THAT was beyond!
2) Slowdive in 2014 was a life goal finally met. That may be the best show I have ever seen. It is tied in the top 3 for sure.
3) Sigur Ros at Benayora Hall. There were points where a majority of the crowd was crying due to the shear heartbreaking beauty of the music. Jonsi's outfit made him look like an angel and that voice just pierced everyone's soul. Utter beauty.
4) Seeing My Bloody Valentine was an unexpectedly painful experience physically because they were so loud it was like standing in front of a jet engine. My hearing has never been quite the same. TMI warning: my body had been beaten by sound so much that when I got home my pee was orange. I have never seen that before or since. Was this a good experience? It was certainly memorable.
5) David Bowie in Vancouver on the Reality tour. Unquestionably the sexiest man alive at the time. That Star charisma is a real thing and he radiated it. And that BAND. This was one of those "I'm so glad I saw him before he died" moments. There was none other than Bowie.
Honorable mentions: R.E.M. on the Green tour (my first concert ever), Lollapalooza #1, every Stereolab tour, Keith Richards & the Xpensive Winos, John Cale in 1995, The Cure playing a make-up show after postponement that went 3 hours, Tom Waits in Vancouver, Sharon Jones & the Dap Kings with 30 people dancing our asses off, every Arcade Fire concert I have been to feels like coming home, Shearwater doing the entire Scary Monsters & Super Freaks album as an encore, Beyonce Renaissance
The Ramones at the Attic nightclub in Greenville, North Carolina somewhere around 1990/91?
The Attic was small and held maybe 500/600? I'm not even sure how it happened, but I somehow was asked the day of the show by the club owner if I wanted to work as a local stage hand. I was a teenager heavily into music and playing drums, so I jumped at the chance to see this legendary act in a small venue. I had never even been inside the Attic since it was 21 and over, and I was told by the owner that if I even looked at an alcoholic beverage while I was in his venue he would kick my ass then throw me out and ban me forever. I wasn't remotely interested in alcohol, I just wanted to be involved in music any way possible.
I showed up that afternoon around 1 PM to find a nondescript semi truck backing down the narrow ally which served as the entrance to the club. I was impressed the driver was skilled enough to get that big truck into such a tight space. The truck driver jumped out of the cab and I noticed right away what looked to be an old scar from maybe a bullet hole on the guy's face. He didn't say anything and I could tell by his demeanor he meant business. The semi trailer was packed top to bottom and I was amazed at all the gear packed in road cases and stacked like a Tetris game.
The Attic had an enormous PA that was legendary on the east coast, but the Ramones brought their own PA and lights. It was the first time I had seen a self contained touring act. Since I was the local "drum hand" I was tasked with cleaning Marky Ramone's piano black Pearl drum set, hardware and Paiste cymbals. I helped the band's drum tech get the drums, hardware and cymbals out of the cases and I was handed a bottle of cleaning solution and a few rags and instructed to make everything look like mirrors. What was so interesting is all the equipment already looked like mirrors. It was clean, no fingerprints, hand prints, dust or scratches. It was pristine, almost as if they had just bought it from the music store across the street from the Attic. I thought I had done an excellent job when the drum tech looked it over and pointed out areas I had somehow missed, so I was told to keep cleaning. In hindsight this was probably just done to keep me busy and out of the way, but I tried my damndest to deep clean everything. If I scrubbed any harder the paint would've come off the drums, the chrome off those stands and the finish off the cymbals.
Late that afternoon the stage was set and the road crew did the sound check and there was no sign of the band. No tour bus parked outside or on the curb in front of the club. I left to grab dinner then returned to the venue around 9:30. there was no opening act and I was lucky enough that I could sit behind the mixing console with the band's front of house engineer. This was probably arranged so an eye could be kept on me by the owner to make sure I didn't try to sneak a beer.
The band seemed to be running late and a thunder storm had formed making the power flicker on and off a few times. Somewhere around 10:30 PM the theme song from the movie, The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly started over the PA and the house lights went dark. The stage filled with smoke from the two smoke machines the band had on stage and you couldn't see your hand 12 inches in front of your face.
Suddenly out of the darkness with no warning we heard the infamous, "1,2,3,4!" and the stage lights came on in a flash and the Ramones, louder than anything I had ever heard in my life, were right there in front of me in their leather jacket's, torn jeans and worn out Vans. I remember thinking to myself, "How did they get on stage?" There were no flashlights showing them the way to the stage, they weren't in the club and suddenly they just appeared? My skin crawled and my life changed in an instant.
The Ramones played a solid two hours with almost no breaks. The only time I remember Joey saying anything to the audience was to introduce the song "Pet Cemetery", and even then Marky kept a steady beat going between his floor tom and snare.
After the band finished they retreated to the tiny dressing room just off the side of the stage and I was summoned to start the breakdown/load out process. I wanted to say something to the band but as I walked onto the stage Joey was escorted past me and out a side door and down a flight of steps to the tour bus waiting by the curb. I'm not sure what happened to the rest of the band. The remaining 3 Ramones seemed to disappear from the venue as quickly as they appeared. As I was breaking down the drums to put them in the road cases Marky walked by on his way out and I said something to the effect of, "great show", and he stops and pulls out a pair of drumsticks he had used that night and hands them to me and walks off. A small gesture to Marky, but to me it was like handing fresh water to a person that was lost at sea for 5 months.
After 30 years my recollection of the night pretty much stops there, but the sticks are sitting right here on my desk as a constant reminder of how that band and one night would alter the course of my life and send me down the road of an amazing musical journey over the next 30 years.
So many. Most recently, I was blown away seeing Tyler Childers in February and Sleater-Kinney in November. The latter had been a real bucket list must-see, and I was thrilled to see they'd lost none of their vitality after all these years.
Screaming Trees, Peabody's Down Under, Cleveland, OH 1993(4?). A band at the peak of their powers, close enough to see the sweat run off them.
Similar but different: Over The Rhine, Daily Double, Akron OH, 1994ish. The duo they are now were four deep then; and threw an utterly joyous vibe that everyone in the 150-cap room splashed around in.
Wilco at the 9:30 Club in Wash DC on Sept 26, 2001. Specifically, hearing “Ashes of American Flags” for the first time ever two weeks after 9/11.
In '98, I was a senior in Highschool. My dad took me with his brother and my best friend's dad (friend was in Reno for spring break I think?) to the Gorge Amphitheater to see Van Morrison, Joni Mitchell, and Bob Dylan. Absolutely none of my peers could have cared less that I saw this show lol
My uncle tried to sneak me some pot almost the entire day leading up the concert but I wasn't having it. Then before we made the hike from the camp grounds to the concert area, my best friend's dad hands me a gatorade bottle full of an odd colored gatorade. Definitely not Arctic Crush and says "this is mostly 90 proof rum, let's enjoy the show.
Frank SInatra had very recently passed away (maybe the thursday before) so all three came out on stage at one point for a tribute and sang "That's Life."
***Honorable mention to the TMBG show I saw in junior high for their John Henry tour when I waited in the alley behind the venue for the Johns. Their trumpeteer for the night came out and said "The guys wanted me to let anyone out here know that they aren't coming out this way but you can have these -" and handed us all some ice cream cups.
Iris Dement opening for Nancy Griffith in Seattle. Griffith was great, as expected, but we'd never heard of Dement. She walked out, stepped up to the microphone, and...that voice. Amazing.
Americans might not be familiar with Jann Arden but she's a Canadian icon. She's the only artist that I've seen more than once (three times). The reason that she's memorable for me is that she does a lot of chatting between songs and is very funny and relatable. Then, when she sings the songs, it's like an angel.
Oh where to start.
1. BOC with Nirvana and Mother Love Bone at the Starry Night in Portland.
2. Queensryche doing Operation Mind Crime in Seattle.
3. Crosby, stills, and Nash. Mid-80s in Portland. The opening act canceled a couple hours before the show, so each of the three of them came out and did 20 minutes acoustic and then broke into an acoustic version of Southern Cross, and then brought the whole band out to replay Southern Cross.
4. SRV with Bonnie Raitt as the opening act.
5. Joe Jackson on the Blaze of Glory tour. Unbelievable show
6. Did I mention Operation Mind Crime, Queensryche?
7. Edie Brickell and the new Bohemians. Exceeded all expectations.
8. Neil Young. 1992 at the Civic Auditoriumbin Portland.
9. Bad Religion at the Pine Street in Portland.
10. Van Halen concert at the coliseum bin Portland, 1980.
I stopped counting at 20 shows for Queensryche and loved everyone of them.
So many more.