Funny really, all of it. I grew up on Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin. Just turned fifty.
My Very First Concert, 1977, friends assured me, "Led Zeppelin will never play in Tampa (Florida) again."
I've never seen such a crowd spectacle before or since. Hours of anticipation, aclimitization , and astromicizizism ( hey, it was 1977).
Two songs into the performance the BIGGEST MEANEST THUNDERSTORM ever to settle over Tampa Stadium sent the Wired of the Stage scurrying for their RV's.
70,000 of us ( who'd just finished everything we'd brought ** to the concert) attempted to leave at once. Contrary to Brazilian soccer events, no one was killed in the fracas; although I feared for my life seeing my gf torn from the grasp of our blanket in the frenzied exit.
What I remember most is the pre-event mass papercup wars; the blanket tosses in the surreal mass below; the entire football field turning to a patchwork quilt when the torrential rain came down; the electrical storm dancing its spectacular energy into the rods along the upper perimeter of the stadium . . .
No shit . . . never again!
Tangerine Dream . . .