Friday, August 15, 2008

My first

Stopped by my green-aproned drug-pusher the other day for a fix of black and bitter. They were doing an informal poll: What was your first concert?


I had to stop, catch my breath, and blink a few times to activate the Way-Back Machine. I think I was all of 14. My friend Susan E. and I went with two guys. Don't even remember which two guys, but they were more-or-less our age so it wasn't creepy or anything.

The venue was the then-brandy-new Market Square Arena* in Indianapolis. I remember getting to the seat, being passed a bottle of cherry vodka, and that was all she wrote. I don't remember any of the show, but I do remember being told it was Yes. I was a Top 40 kinda girl so it's very likely I knew next to nothing about Yes.

This probably wasn't the album they were touring for, but it is probably the only song I would have recognized. Not that I remember them playing it....

I've Seen All Good People, Yes, The Yes Album

It was the first time I smoked pot. It was the first time I drank. I have a vague recollection of riding up and down in an elevator. And that's about it.

Yes, Yes, indeed. Rock on, Friday!

* I just learned MSA was demolished in 2001. Got-damn I'm old!


  1. rock on! yes it sucks to get old!

  2. In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, honey, Iron Butterfly.

    I was pretty drunk, tripped in front of a first date, fell and tampons came rolling out of my purse.

    Not gettin' lucky tonight, Eugene.



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