Stupid Guest Tricks

hobie16 wrote:After the break, Dave and Paul were wondering why the rest of the band even showed up.

So they could say they'd been on Letterman, of course! :fishlies:

That had to be "My Immortal" which was actually written by Ben Moody, the original lead guitar player, not by Amy, the vocalist/pianist. Not one of my favorites... most of Ben's songs bug me.

8^)

*Mumbles*
1994, Garth Brooks with Trisha Yearwood.

My first rock concert was in 1999, Barenaked Ladies. However, with a musician father, jazz, big band, and classical concerts were a regular activity. I think my favorite, and most memorable, was seeing a Peter Schikele/PDQ Bach concert in around 1990 or so. I ended up meeting Schikele at an event at my university many years later and made a complete fangirl fool of myself. I think I might have been the only one there who'd heard of PDQ Bach. *Sigh*

Oh Darksin, you don't have to mumble, it's not that bad.

Mine is.

If you call it a concert... The Osmond Family at the Circle Star Theater in Redwood City, CA. would be mine. But first real concert was (I didn't ask for tickets to this, my sister did) a day on the green concert with Wham at Oakland Coliseum in the 80's. Katrina and the Waves were the opening act.

aixia wrote:I ended up meeting Schikele at an event at my university many years later and made a complete fangirl fool of myself.

Jelus. Except for the complete fangirl fool part.

techie-13 wrote: If you call it a concert... The Osmond Family at the Circle Star Theater in Redwood City, CA. would be mine.

Oh, well, if the Osmonds don't count, then my first concert was Lords of the New Church at the Rainbow Music Hall in Denver in the 1980s. At one point Stiv Bators hauled a girl out of the moshing pit, handed her over to a roadie to be run up the the paramedics, gave the finger to the guy who'd punched her out, then climbed up on the speakers and regaled us with a long Jerzy Kosinski quote (from Steps, memory serves, but memory is not too reliable on such topics so maybe it was some other pretentious author of the time).

Or my first concert might have been the Alarm, also at the Rainbow Music Hall in Denver in the 1980's. Those two concerts were a few weeks apart but I forget which one was first. I had not noticed prior to that concert that Mike Peters was hot. Never noticed it again, either. *sigh*

techie-13 wrote:But first real concert was (I didn't ask for tickets to this, my sister did) a day on the green concert with Wham at Oakland Coliseum in the 80's. Katrina and the Waves were the opening act.

Day On The Green with Wham has to be an oxymoron.

hobie16 wrote:Day On The Green with Wham has to be an oxymoron.

.....lots of Green going on at most concerts. How do you NOT inhale?

DisneyMom wrote:.....lots of Green going on at most concerts. How do you NOT inhale?

Not at the Oakland Coliseum. The wind howling through the GG Bridge and across the bay clears everything out. Remember the Oakland Hills fire? I was 100 miles away in the central valley and we smelled the smoke.

The memories are rusty, but I think my first concert was Andrae Crouch at Red Rocks in... '77?

aixia wrote:My first rock concert was in 1999, Barenaked Ladies. However, with a musician father, jazz, big band, and classical concerts were a regular activity. I think my favorite, and most memorable, was seeing a Peter Schikele/PDQ Bach concert in around 1990 or so. I ended up meeting Schikele at an event at my university many years later and made a complete fangirl fool of myself. I think I might have been the only one there who'd heard of PDQ Bach. *Sigh*

Funny timing for you to mention this. I have been on a PDQ Bach kick in the past week, listening to all the stuff I have. I always admired Shickele -- you have to have some kind of talent and breadth of knowledge to accurately spoof such a complex musical genre.

shilohmm wrote:... if the Osmonds don't count, then my first concert was Lords of the New Church at the Rainbow Music Hall in Denver....

Wow -- Rainbow Music Hall. That brings back some memories... mostly of stories my older brother told about shows he went to there. I went to a couple myself, but nothing too exciting.