Yes, that's right! It's time to share your most cringe-inducing concert moments. You know, the ones that make you want to hang your head in shame, change your name, admit you don't got game. We bet you can beat the pants off our stories. Speaking of, that reminds me of this one outdoor show...
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--Mom picked me up in a mini van
--Got caught using the wrong bathroom
--Requested "Free Bird"
--Showed up on the wrong night
--Wore a white t-shirt to an outdoor show... it rained
--I was invited to sing on stage & forgot the words
--Set my hair on fire holding up a lighter in tribute
--Flashed the world crowd-surfing in a skirt
--Um, dude, where's the car?
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71 comments:
Vroom 2050 says:
1. Dyeing my hair with beet juice then going to a sweaty outdoor music festival in the summer.
2. Wearing flip-flops in a mosh pit. It was rainy too.
3. Going to a Pink Floyd show underage and with no fake ID!
4. Showing up drunk to a Fugazi show.
5. Taking my loud, really talkative friend to a Low show.
6. Having tickets to both nights of Bright Eyes/The Faint and bringing the wrong ones on the first night.
Miss Fancy Pants says:
"Had lawn tickets to Lilith Fair circa 1999, drenched with rain, line too long for bathroom... Discuss."
mrlonelyhearts says:
These are all real, I swear...
* I started a one-man mosh pit at a Dianna Krall show.
* I went to see Slaughter at the Illinois State Fair in 8th grade. The girl I liked that year saw me walking in to the arena while she was waiting in line for a corn dog. This was worse than the time I was spotted walking into K-Mart with my mom.
* I saw Steppenwolf and The Blue Oyster Cult play on a double bill. With my mom. Who insisted on "getting down" to Born to be Wild.
* I yelled "Play Freebird" at Bobby Short at the Carlyle. The look of dignified patrician disdain he shot me froze me with shame and regret.
* I held up my lighter at a Guns and Roses concert and set my long 80s hair on fire. Lol.
* I was actually in the audience when Mili Vanili got caught lip synching. Boy, was that awkward.
* I booed the night Dylan went electric. Looking back on it, this was pretty embarrasing.
Went to Oakland Arena to see System of a Down and after stopping at the snack bar, some kid barfed all over the back of my pants and shoes. I smelled like puke the whole night. We kept spraying perfume on me to try and hide the stench but we never could get rid of it. I had to take my pants off for the ride home because they just stunk too bad. The people sitting around us would leave one by one and never came back. LOL
I went to see Bon Jovi at Madison Square Garden. There I was in my new light blue seude shirt. Hair looking great. The concert hadn't even started yet and WAM!! some drunk girl holding 3 beers in a tray falls down the stairs behind me and throws the beer tray up in the air. I'll give you one guess where it landed. YES all over ME!! I was soaked. My hair was a beer soaked mess at this point. My suede shirt was ruined. Well I did what any Bon jovi fan would do... I paid $40 for a t-shirt! the concert was great by the way.
It was either 1972 or 1973 the year my favorite band played in Mobile, Alabama. I had a date with a guy on a fine lookin Harley Davidson and we was taking me to see on of the best bands ever back then: Led Zepplin. I was estatic. Everything was going great until after the concert when we started to leave. We took the escalator to the bottom floor when I started to step off , my bell bottom pants got hung up in the escalator. How embarrassing! Luckly there was a police officer standing at the bottom of this devouring staircase and seen me pulling on my pants to keep them from being pulled off. He hit the emergency stop button and tried to assist me but damn escalator just didn't want to let go of those pants. My face was as red as a ruby and I just wanted to crawl under the nearest rock. We finally had to produce a pocket knife and cut my new bell bottom pants to extract me from that thing. Later we got a big laugh out of it, but thats one thing I'll never forget: Hold on to your pants legs when going down escalators. lol!!!!!
my MOST embarressing moment was at PEARL JAM's awesome concert at San Jose State University Nov 1995 outside in the stadium. At this point I had lost all of the approx. 12 people I came with (after a little smoking and drinking, I was a little gone). I was right up front a couple rows back and we were packed so tight you could literally be having sex w/someone and not even know it. It was hard to breath- I had to be carried over and out once but I came right back up front. It was a beautiful warm day. All I had on besides my shorts was a tiny jean bra top that zipped up between the cups. I was rocking out, then after a while i just happened to notice that instead of my jean bra covering my breasts, some strange guy's hands were covering them. my jean bra was down around my waist. the guy was standing behind me & had each of my bare breasts covered with his hands from behind. The worst part is, I don't even know how long his hands were on me (yuck) but like I said, we were so packed together and I was a little high, well it was crazy in that pit. If only it had been Eddie's hands.
A number of years ago, my husband and I bought tickets to see Elton John in Seattle. We spent a lot of money for good seats and were really exicted about the concert. Well, as all of you know tickets for good seats have to be purchased months in advanced. The morning of what we thought was concert day, we pulled the tickets out to see what time we needed to be at Key Arena and about fell over when we realized that the concert was the night before. Just to make sure that we never forget that concert, we have held on to those unused tickets. Needless to say we now write down concert dates on 3 or 4 different calendars to make sure we never miss another event.
VegasBabyVegas says:
I got so wasted at an Elliot Smith show with a colleague that both myself and Elliot fell asleep about the same time...except he was on stage and I was slumped over in a chair.
Went on a double date to see Steve Miller Band. Although the guys invited, us ladies ended up paying for the tickets. The boys started drinking before we even left, so we drove there, and they both did so many beer funnels (yes, with the hose and all) that they spilled all over us and we drove home with them passed out in the back. Such gentlemen.
Freshman year college, annual free Mother's Day concert (Beastie Boys headlined). My friend's girlfriend got so drunk she barfed all over him in the middle of the concert and we had to leave -- just before the Beastie Boys went on. Sabotage!
First concert, REO Speedwagon and Joan Jett. Joan almost makes up for how embarrassing having REO Speedwagon as my first concert is. They were the only concert my friend Maggie's mom would approve. Her sister chaperoned.
And one from my guy: When I was 11 I went to my 1st concert ever! Whitesnake/Motley Crue at the worcester Centrum. I wore white baggy pants cuffed at the bottom (of course!) and a matching white Motley Crue concert t-shirt. Needless to say, no babes storming the gates to be with that guy.
ManastyManor says:
--I told my girlfriend this was our song, but it was my ex's.
--I got busted with the binoculars looking at the girls in the front row flashing KISS instead of watching the band.
PaintingGray says:
I had to use the men's bathroom at an Indigo Girls concert. Women outnumbered men at the show like 20-to-1 and finally just stormed the guys' restroom. The only problem was that the guys were still using it. I was mortified and slunk in and out as quickly as I could. Let's just say things were very quiet and awkward in there.
IllinChillinAustin says:
While trying to balance on my folding chair and dance at the same time, I fell right over the row in front of me and onto a guy who was really not happy about it.
Backs in the 80's, I had tickets for The Rascals Reunion at an amphitheatre in the peninsula area of Northern Califoria. Since I had been a fan of theirs since the 1970's in New York City when they were first The Young Rascals anf then changed their name to The Rascals, I was very excited. When we got there Sunday nite, the parking lot was empty. We went up to the box office and it said "thanks for coming to the Rascals Reunion last nite". I stto there and cried. There was an awesome article in the San Francisco Chronicle on Monday. In short, the concert was Saturday not Sunday. What made it worse, we had no plans Saturday night. Sadly, that was their last tour. I did see Felix Cavalleri, the organist, play with Ringo Starr later, but it sure was not like seeing the whole band reunion.
Since then I writ concerts on my calendsr and keep a note in my pocket!
a very disappointed Rascals fan in California Bay Area
went to a concert in orange county, could not find my car, got a ride home from a stranger. in morning found my car in garage where i left it when i took a cab to the concert.
that's the breaks. I went to zeta fest 2001,headliner was offspring. Prior to them was three doors down and at this point i was pretty wiped out from the ten hours of music that had already played. , I like three doors down but, they pretty much put me to sleep . I started heading out to the exit when I heard offspring yell out something obscene and they wanted to know where was everyone f#$%*+g going, and started playing, .Everyone was jumping around/ marshpitting etc.. I really had my fair share of the marsh pit earlier, to the likes of disturbed ( need I say more ). Long story shorter, these two guys' where right behind me holding on to each others elbows and spinning around faster and faster. . It was all good until these two guys ran into me, knocked me off balanced. As I fell to the ground they both landed on my leg and fractured my fibula. One of the guys asks me "man was that your leg. I had to walk from the stage to the exit where the e.m.t. guys were supposed to be but were'nt. I sat there forty-five min. before someone showed up. Thank god my ride was looking for me. The whole way home he kept saying it's not broke, It's not broke. He was wrong, Right to surgery I went, reset my leg, added a couple nuts and bolts and home I went. What I really want to say is, to the two guys that took off after that , THANKS guys for the help(not)and the memories and the bills that still linger and my knee hasn't been the same since. Thanks again. That's the breaks! Oh, if by any chance someone knows this story please feel free to write back signed Mike Chappina.
Since I'm on a roll.I wore this brand new tie-dye Metallica tour t-shirt never worn ,to ozzfest (a pavillion event in west palm beach 2001). Before entering the event I checked with the office to see if they could sit me in the hanicapp seating area due to the crutches, broken leg and all, they allowed me to sit with my fellow disabled unfortunates. But, before I was able to make it to my seats the clouds opened up and drenched everyone in a matter a fifteen seconds. As I made it under the pavillion towards my seats, someone pointed out that my shirt was bleeding.Boy was it ever. Purple, red, blue, orange and yellow just a running everywhere. Unbelievably embarrasing! It's bad enough I stuck out like i did as it was. I took it like any wounded soldier would, ordered me up one of those special adult beverages and started rocking out! machappina@aol.com
1994 outside of the Ogden theatre in Denver. My husband and I went to go see Vince Neil, at that time, on his own from Motley Crue. We had left our children with Grandma, me feeling guilty because our 10 year old had the stomach flu.
We had parked across the street at a motel parking lot. Downtown Denver is not known for its wonderful parking, unless you want to pay a fortune. After the concert; we went back across the street to the motel parking lot, and there was no car!! (we had just bought it!!) We asked the girl checking people in and were told "Oh it was towed" I said WHAT?????!!!!!!!!!! My husband and I just looked at each other..This girl informed us there was a sign WHAT sign??????? The sign saying that parking was $10.00 Again I asked WHAT Sign??? This is a motel people park here ALL the time without having to pay.. Then we noticed a tiny little sign written in ink on notebook paper... Parking for concert $10.00 You are supposed to see that in the dark???
We ran back across the street to use the pay phone (b4 we all had cell phones!!) and called our brother in law who was in a rock band, the only person we knew that would be up that late! We got to talking to people in front of the theatre, and there were several other people that had their cars towed. One guy and his girlfriend came from the side of the building saying "you wanna meet Vince Neil"? He's signing autographs, there was Vince on his tour bus, signing autographs so I ran with these people to the bus and said something stupid like " Yeah we all got our cars towed" Been in love with him since the 80's and thats all that comes outta my mouth??
Went to a concert with boyfriend & got really drunk....came back from bathroom and had my arms around my boyfriend and was kissing his back....I look over & my boyfriend is standing beside me....................Yikes!!!!! BAD NEWS!
Four of us went to a summer jam one year. After it ended, we were looking for our fourth person. He had been wandering around since midway through and was pretty wasted. After nearly everyone had left, yes EVERYONE, we were walking up one of the ramps in the parking garages there at the venue when he came running down. Arms straight out at his side making a sound like an airplane, he passed us by until we called out his name. He stopped and said "hey, how's the concert?". We told him it ended over 2 hours ago. We were so tired and he was so wound up that when we got to where we were staying, he got out of the car and started jumping up and down on the front bumper like an ape. Sitting there with the car still running, I got an idea and told the other guys "Hey, watch this." When I backed the car up, I didn't realize the door was open beyond the pole in the carport. For the small laugh of watching our friend fall on the grass, we had to hold the car door on for the 3 hour drive home.
Went to see Pink Floyd at Bobby Dodd Stadium in Atlanta, got so stoned-- after the show we walked for literaly hours before we found are car. Went to a Willie Nelson 4th of July concert near Austin Texas after 2 days of rain---We called it the Mudfest, Drunks trying to get 'up' to the concessions were crawling up the hill on ther hands and knees and then would loose ground sliding back down on there stomachs. The next day I had to power wash are clothes at the carwash. Lots of people lost there shoes as the mud sucked them right off there feet. Got down by the stage and I had to pee so bad and everyone was packed in so tight that I went right there, Nobody noticed untill the mud got warmer and then it was like, Oh Man Did You P***? But the concert was awsome.
This is more painful than embarrassing:
Sitting high in the nosebleed section of 301 at the Staples Center in L.A. during the U2 concert in November of '05, I was eating a little ice cream sundae listening to Damian Marley open. A man walking behind me and my friends fell and landed on three of us, spilling his beer all over the back of the hair and jacket of one girl, and leveling all of his gnarly weight on the back of my head. He just got up and left, no apology, nothing.
Doctors, x-rays, scans, and months of physical therapy and medication later it only feels a little better. It's been a real Bummer. It was still a GREAT concert!
BEWARE of the nosebleed section at Staples, though, we have seen people fall there before, be very very careful. It is really steep. Please, don't delete this, for safety purposes!!!
Be cool! Rock on!!!! Peace!!
Once when I took my daughter to the House of Blues to see "O-Town" about 5 years ago. I had been sick with the flu for days, but I didn't want to disappoint her.
We got there at six to stand outside for an hour, and got a great spot on thr floor inside - right behind the sound guys. We saw about 3 opening acts. My daughter was so excited! Then, right as O-Town came on stage, all I saw was black, then feet were kicking me. I had passed out! I stood up briefly - just to pass out again. I don't remember the paramedics taking me out. But when I came to - they wouldn't let us back in!!! My poor daughter! She was devestated, and more embarassed than even that!
I went to the Dr. the next day. He said I was very sick, with very low blood pressure, and I was extremely dehydrated! He put me on bed rest for 3 days.
MY daughter is 21 now and still can't even think about that night!
Can't remember the bands name. My date(age 19) was into them and brought me along. They were loud and I had been drinking. During the show she informed me she was still a virigin. Not sure I heard right, I shouted back "you're still a virgin?"
Unfortunetly my big mouth had just broadcasted this to everybody near our seats. Embarrassing for me?yes. For her? I can't even imagine.
BACK IN THE DAY (my first professional job straight out of college), I met a guy a work - nice, funny, attractive. We agreed to go to a concert (Park West, Chicago). I met him at the venue. He seemed okay.....that is UNTIL he decides to get up to go to the men's room (before the show started). To combat his nerves of going out with me for the first time, he'd had a little too much to drink. As he left our row of seats, he proceeded to tumble down the center aisle. I was MORTIFIED. Needless to say, I never went out with him again - nor had much to say to him.
I and two of my buddies went to the Styx Grand Illusion tour. One of the guys with us was underage, but he sure liked to drink. The girl directly in the row behind us during the opening act, whips out a bottle of Southern Comfort This was the very early 80's mind you, and it was easy to get bottles and........."stuff" into concerts, you could even smoke at a show back then. Anyway, my buddy...we'll call him Charlie, proceeds to challenge this girl to a drinking contest with HER Southern Comfort. As can be expected, just as the lights go down for Styx, Charlie proceeds to Power Vomit all over the people in the row in front of us and spends the entire show, until the second encore, passed out in a....."puddle of his own design". He claims, however that it was an awesome show.
My moment was at a Emmy Lou Harris concert. I was wearing a tube top dress, and when I went to stand up to clap with everyone I was standing on my dress and it slipped down on one side showing my whole left boob, and I did'nt even know it. I was also in the 3rd row from the front so tons of people were laughing at me. I was so embarrassed, luckily I had great boobs then!!
My moment was at a Emmy Lou Harris concert. I was wearing a tube top dress, and when I went to stand up to clap with everyone I was standing on my dress and it slipped down on one side showing my whole left boob, and I did'nt even know it. I was also in the 3rd row from the front so tons of people were laughing at me. I was so embarrassed, luckily I had great boobs then!!
I couldn't decide between two of my more embarrassing stories after relating to many of the others.
#1 My "back when you could" story took place in 1974 sitting in the first row of the Bachman Turner Overdrive/Brownsville Station Concert. My high school buddies and I thought it would be cool to light up during Brownville Station's "Smoking In The Boy's Room". As we were huddled over passing the thing back and forth, I received the "lit device" at the same time I noticed a pair of shoes in front of me.I looked up to find a cop standing right there... Always thinking of others, I quickly handed it to my buddy sitting next to me who was still looking down. The officer motioned for me to stand up. As I began putting my hands behind my back expecting the worse, he said, " If you're going to be doing that right here in the first row,try being a little more inconspicuous". Whew!!
#2 I had the great fortune of getting to meet Rock God Robert Plant backstage at the Redrocks Ampitheater in Denver. As we were being led to the greeting area, I walked right past the then "new" group the Black Crowes with hardly a glance. It quickly became apparent what a rare opportunity this was as the only people allowed in this area were Denver Concert Promoter Barry Fey, Jack Blades (then playing with Damn Yankees) and his girlfriend and my friend and Me. As I was ushered over, my friend chickened out and left me standing there face to face with Plant. Well I started yammering inane complements and relating personal Zep experiences while receiving a blank stare and a polite thank you from Robert.
I felt like a complete idiot until Blades was brought over and introduced himself with no apparent recognition from Plant.After a brief silence, he started stuttering and yammering about being the lead guitarist for a group called Damn Yankees and turned bright red.
Without alcohol, i'm a coward. I was at an Aerosmith concert front row, no mood enhancing drinks. Everyone was reaching their hands out to Stephen Tyler. He looked at me and I just froze, hung my head down with my arms and hands straight down to my sides, just frozen, instead of reaching out to him and slapping his hand OR ANYTHING. God what a weirdo I am at times.........
The Steve Miller Band, for the purest, "TAKE THE MONEY & RUN" is the story behind this tale. Wow, where do I start, for some an outdoor concert is the perfect 1st date. Well that's at least what my future wife and I thought in the summer of "80". At the time we lived about 4 hours away from the concert venue in a little town, of about 10,000. All summer we had anticipated "The Steve Miller" concert, planned shopping a week before so we had the right cloths, turned off the phones and preceded to jump into the car to begin the 4 hour 250 mile journey to The Iowa State Fairgrounds for what was anticipated as a perfect sell-out crowd of 25,000 for "The Joker". The day was perfect, blue skys, warm summer breezes, and the smell of flowers rolling thru the countryside. My Lady snuggled up next to me in the drivers seat, with the cd player blasting away. Tickets held tightly, and the, excitment was building.
As we approuched the Fairgrounds entrance 4 hours later, I could just imagine the noise, smells and excitment of 25,000 rabid, screaming fans. BUT wait, as we came closer to the Main Gate it seemed eerily quiet for a mid summer evening, traffic seemed very, very light and the normal parking area, for concerts was sparse to say the least, with, count um 3 CARS. As I entered the Grand Concourse, it was clear, something was VERY, VERY, wrong. I immediatly SLAMMED on the brakes, and the 350 horses, under the hood, seized to a stop as the smell of rubber, filled the car. I grabbed the tickets from Ranae's hand, and fumbled to get that #@$% flap open to look at the TICKETS. Oh my God we were........................................................................................................one week early. The END
I was at a Ohio Players Concert at the Capital Center in Largo, Md. I slowed danced for the first time and the guy squirted something all over the front of my pants. Needless to say my brother sort of dismantled his face.
many summers ago, I had spent my "hard-earned" cash on 2 ZZ TOP tickets to surprise my boyfriend,at the time. By the time the concert came to town we were not on the best of terms, but, he was really a big fan of theirs so I weakened and decided, against my better judgement, to have this be our final date and leave the relationship "on a good note."MY BAD! First of all he decided to get drunker than usual, so that also lead to him being more obnoxious than usual, louder than usual,you get the picture,right? By the time the band had been on for about 30 minutes, he has proceeded to piss the people all around us off, which is hard to do at that type of a concert! he'd puked all over himself, me, and the 2 people in front of us. Cussed me out for not being more understanding and being a party pooper. Anyway when I left him still swearing and making an ass out of himself,unfortunately the concert was really getting great, but I caught a cab and left as I couldn't put anyone through the agony of having to stand be me, STINKIN OF PUKE TO HIGH HEAVEN! NEEDLESS TO SAY, THAT WAS OUR LAST DATE!! However, I still like ZZ Top!
Oh yeah...I was reading the pre-chosen choices and that promptes the funniest memory. I was seeing a band called Heaven's Edge at a place called Axis in Boston. This was the club, you know, where all the bands came to in the 80's and 90's. I was pretty much a fixture there. well, all my gal pals and I were really into this band, and I was known as the "sign girl-" I would bring a small sign to the show with something cool, like a lyric or something on it, to get attention. At this show my sign said "Can I sing with you?" So the singer (Mark something, hard to recall but BOY was he hot, LOL) pulled me up on stage a la Courtney Cox/Bruce Springsteen style, and MY DUMB ASS forgot the words. It was amusing, I'm sure, for everyone but me.
In 1980 while working at Chiacgofest, I was hanging around with Jimmy Hall, lead singer of Wet Willie, he and Michael Duke wanted to walk down to the country stage and catch Asleep At The Wheel's set. They asked me to join them so I did, once we got to the stage Ray Benson got so excited that he asked them all up on stage, I was grabbed too and suddenly we are peforming "Will The Circle Be Unbroken" and it was reported that in "my" enthusiasm I was singing OFF key and some of the wrong words?? Oh well, that's why they call it rock and roll.
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nashville, TN
1995, Live at cornell in Ithaca NY, I'd had a few shots of uzo and a few beers and a joint or two, I think I was listening to lightning crashes and some chick was grinding some big hooters into my back,so, I reached around behind me and started massaging her short and curleys, expecting at any second a punch up side my head from either her or maybe a boyfriend, the song ended, I didn't get the punch or even a glance at my partner in crime, I stepped through the crowd and never looked back, I'll assume she enjoyed the concert, as for me, I've been in love with a girl I never met ever since. And if she was ever to read this,lol, she can find me at sqirljam21.
i have followed pearl jam all over the country...i am a TRUE devoted fan. after years of sitting in the nosebleed sections of the venues..i finally got front row seats...and i sat right in front of eddie vedder. he recognized me and my daughter from other shows. he smiled and waved at us and i just went numb. i got this stupid frozen smile on my face and i couldn't even respond. he looked at me like i was retarded. later, he threw a guitar pick to us. and i just stood in awe...it landed in my hair, and the people around us went hogwild trying to pull it from my hair. he looked at his bass player, jeff ament and they both cracked up laughing at my retardedness. ever since then, we have had front row seats (because of our seniority in the ten club) and i STILL can't look eddie in the face. he always chuckles when he sees me. i wonder what he is thinking.
It starts with me being way too drunk and the concert hadn't even started yet. I stumbled to the bathroom and passed out while sitting on the toilet.
A security guard woke me up as they were clearing the concert hall. I had missed the whole show. Can it get any worse? Oh yes it can. When the guard hollered at me to get going, I woke up to find that I had puked in my pants while sitting on the john.
Started my monthly bill unexpectedly at a Pearl Jam concert in 2003 while wearing khakis. Didn't realize it until the second set (it wasn't pretty). But Pearl Jam is my favorite band of all time, so I stuck it out. I felt like crap, had damaged drawers and pants but I untucked my somewhat long shirt and continued to jam and had the time of my life!!
First time I saw Aerosmith (2004) I was in handicap seating. (Long story). I didn't know Tom Hamilton was watching me. A severely handicapped woman was sitting in front of me in a motorized wheelchair and kept backing over me, pinning me to my seat. I kept having to yell for help. It really hurt and I couldn't move to get out of the way! I finally noticed Tom was yelling at me. He asked me for my phone #. I said "No" cuz I didn't want to be laughed at. But then again........Sigh, I really blew it. At the end of the concert there was glittering pieces of plastic raining down out of cannons. The floor was covered. I waitied till the place was empty to be carried out. I couldn't walk on the stuff in my condition. I laughed for days. Not to mention I was using a cane. The security people walked up and told me I couldn't bring it in. I just stood there wondering why when one of them noticed it was a cane, not a smoking peace pipe.
Last day of Bonnaroo, June 12, 2005. My son's friend had to work the next day in PA, so we packed up the car before heading down for the music. Our neighbor's old fashioned tent had support lines that came out about two feet, and I'd warned the boys all weekend. Last stake I came to, down I went. No twist, no sprain, but a broken ankle that needed a plate and a pin. The admissions clerk in emergency looked at me like I was from outer space and asked , "YOU were at Bonnaroo? You were there JUST NOW, before you came here?" I thought, is she implying I'm too old to be at this show, or what? No, turns out I was the physically cleanest person to show up at their facility that weekend. There were no crutches or walkers to be had anywhere in town; too many broken ankles before me. This year I'm taking my walker with me, just in case...
it was 1977 and my first time to an indoor concert. on the way to the concert i was passed a bottle of mad dog... bob seager took stage and i began to vomit.
end of concert, still throwing up
Went to see Moody Blues last year. Walked into the wrong aisle for my seat and decided to just gently step over one row to get to it instead of walking out of the wrong aisle and into the right one, because I didn't want to make a long row of people get up just to let me in. Somehow, I slipped just a little and knocked over a few seats and nearly fell down. Security was ready to pounce thinking I was trying to attack the band and John and Justin were looking at me while they sang, probably thinking I was a big klutz. I'm usually MUCH more graceful than that.
Saw the Fixx in the `80's and went for autographs after the show. I waited my turn in line to meet the band and when I got to the table where they sat, I leaned over the table too far at first and, for a second, security thought I was going to beat up Cy Curnin.
Saw AC/DC just before Bon Scott died. Part of the cieling plaster fell on me and hit me on the sholder!
We played a gig with some girl band as our openers and besides being lousey musos, they only knew 5 songs, all covers, and kept playing them over and over and over all through they're set! Never felt more like cringing!
My friend and I have a tendency to go to as many shows on the tour whenever The Cure comes to the US- and we have some great and sometimes horrible memories. Some highlights:
1-At a NJ show, my friend puked on the floor of our row halfway through the concert- it reeked of course. But, we quickly snuck up a few rows closer to the stage, where we continued the show free of the stench (and she now revived & feeling better!). BUT Then, we noticed that we had lost the keys to our rental car
2- At a MD show, since we had close seats, we pre-planned to throw a Tigger stuffed animal onto the stage (Robert Smith's favorite)- we even practiced our aim/distance in a mall parking lot before the show. Since we knew roughly when the last song would be based on earlier shows in that tour, and knowing that I'd be kicked out, I finally tossed it up onto the stage. Security "escorted" me out, took my Polaroid pic, then pointed me towards the parking lot. As I walked down the path unwatched, I dove into some bushes to listen to their last couple songs. Unfortunately, The Cure ended up playing a whole bunch of extra encore songs which I missed. But, I did get a souvenir- they messed up the first photo- so I asked and got to keep it. (My big happy grin shows how remorseful I was!)
3- At our last show in Chicago, we got Pit tickets! As a dream come true, we tried so hard to get right up front against the barrier. But, after they played a few too many of my favorites, and Robert was just SO close- I just started sobbing in happiness (like those girls I make fun of in Beatles footage)- and I was 31! Some laughed and others said how cute- but it was both embarassing, and the greatest concert moment ever.
Allman Bros, around 1969, New York. Went with a group of kids I was only mildly acquainted with. One of the girls needed to go to the bathroom but was so blitzed she couldn't even walk. Since I was the only one who was straight and coherent, I offered to go with her, but she couldn't make it on her own, so a stranger (because the rest of our group was also completely blitzed) gave her a piggy back ride to the loo. On the way there, this girl kept reaching over to random males, calling them 'baby' and making out with them. When we finally got to the bathroom, I got her in a stall where she promptly announced "I don't have to go anymore" because she'd wet her pants. When I got back to my spot in the crowd (no seats, sprawled on the Park grass) one of the passed-out boys of the group, who apparently wasn't wearing any underwear, was sporting his genitals outside the hem of his very short shorts. I was 14 and that was my first glimpse.
I was attending a Bad Co. concert a couple of years ago and of course partied a little bit before the show, not to mention the pint of whisky I had to sneak in. Well, when it came time to use the restroom, I was about to bust. I had never been to this venue before so the first thing I see when entering the restroom is a big round cement "urinal" with guys standing all around it. I could not wait much longer so I hurriedly pulled out the proper equipment and began urinating. Thats when the cursing and name calling started. This was actually a big round sink and all the guys were washing their hands in it. Damn, did those guys get mad!!
The worst thing in the world is to have bought tickets, and then misplace them. Missed Staind 2003 4th row. I now have a cork board and thumb tack them there until the concert. Also, buying two tickets, and then having no one to go with me. Now, if I want to go bad enough, I go alone. Went to Vans Warped Tour 6/28/05 with my daughter...it was so hot in Texas, I thought I was going to die. Sat in the grass so long...when I tried to get up my leg gave way and I fell down. I just wanted to dissapear. Going to see Avril Lavigne with my daughter and enjoying it.
I didn't even know who J Geils Band was, but a bunch of us from work were all going together from the DC area to Baltimore to see them. It was the late sixties, and it seemed only natural to take a hit of "sunshine" before departing College Park...eleven of us piled into a hippie van with only a driver's seat and one front passenger seat. Smoke was passed around as we travelled up 95, when all of a sudden the driver said he didn't feel very well and laid his head down on the steering wheel (at 65 mph). One of the people in the front reached down to hit the brakes with his hands, while I grabbed the steering wheel and tried to keep us on a straight course. After a "gentle" sideswipe, we ended up stopped in the next to slow lane and promptly pile out to push our van the rest of the way out of harm's way. People were looking for places to hide their respective concery stashes, and I walked away, not wanting to face the local police with sunshine coming on. It happened during the gasoline crisis so it was hard to call anyone and ask them to come get me, but alas I had one friend who came. The rest of the guys stayed with the van, sent our driver to the hospital with a "drop in bloodpressure", and attended the concert. I buried my stash in an abandoned gas station and have always wondered if it was still ther...lol. All's Well That Ends Well
My girlfriend and I, were both caught with someone else. oops!
My girlfriend and I, were both caught with someone else. oops!
I was at a Pearl Jam show, my first rock concert ever...we were on the floor and Last Exit came on (one of their killer fast tunes) well, this mammoth of a biker dude looks over at me and says, "You wanna go up?" Mortified, all I could say was, "Sure."
He grabbed my legs and flung me in the air, I flew head over heels and my foot came crashing down on top of this dude's head...instantly, the guy turned around and took a swing at my, um, family jewels. Thank God he missed. A second later, I was tossed away from him and was rolling around on the hands of the bouncing crowd. I got a huge bruise on the inside of my thigh--Pearl Jam almost made me sterile, but I still love em!
my friend and i saw From First To Last/Hawthorne Heights/All American Rejects/Fall Out Boy during their Black Clouds And Underdogs tour and it totally rocked!!!! exept for this woman somewhere by us started smoking something. it wasnt ciggarettes, and it smelled worse than a cigar!!!! EEEEW!!!!! we finally moved, because we were about to die.
My friend won front row tickets to see John Mayer and brought me along. Near the end of the show he threw a guitar pick into the audience and my friend caught it. Next thing we knew she was being body slammed by some random guy trying to get it from her. Good thing she isn't a pansy and fought the guy off with the help of concert security. Thats right, a guy was willing to wrestle a girl for John Mayer's guitar pick...good stuff
I was seeing the ska band Streetlight Manifesto in the summer of 2004. For those who don't know ska is similar to punk and involves a horn section. Anyway i was in the "skank pit" which is like a mosh pit but generally less violent. This is when I discovered that I have a strange knee joint which is prone to dislocation. My right knee made a horrible popping sound and I hopped on one foot to the back of the club, pulling up the leg of my shorts and pointing to the grotesque dislocation whenever anyone got in my way. They would gag and get clear.
At the back of the club the owner called an ambulance and a paramedic came to pop my knee back in. I stayed to watch the end of the show rather than go to the hospital. I met the band afterwards and got a bunch of free stuff (my friend was able to step onto the stage and alert the band to my condition based on her attractive femaleness.) However no one I ever told about the accident, including medical professionals, believe me that I wasn't in a mosh pit. My orthopedist for example rolled his eyes and said "ya, whatever." My knee is screwed up to this day. Oops.
I was at Erasure Wild tour in early 90's and my "ballad" lighter lit my the nail polish on my thumb on FIRE! I freaked out!
1.) Was at a ICP concert and my friend locked his keys in his truck... we spent 2 hours looking for a metal coat hanger, and I got to meet Violent J. I asked him if he had a metal coat hanger and he told me to **** off.
2.) I was crowd surfing at a concert and got dropped on my head, I was knocked out for 2 minutes. My friend said the band actually was trying to see if i was alright, when I got up they threw me back up on the crowd, and I high fived the hot chick from evencence.
I wasn't embarrassed, but I'm sure the guy in the next stall was...
Ozzfest '03 Smirnoff Music Centre. I risk going into the bathroom only to hear "Dude, you're peeing on me" followed by "sorry babe, are we guna do this or not?" Certainly mortifying on the part of a 14 year old boy, but funny as hell.
I can't exactly tell which of the 19 Dave Matthews Concerts it was between the ages of 14 and 21 I went to. ( most likely more toward 17-21) We were having a bit of fun in the parking lot which happened to start at 4 pm when the concert started at 9 and a few of us had a few to many. Well after I had used the restroom in almost every bottle i drank it was time to find the porta-potty which apaprently everyone there had to use and the line was about 74 people deep which wasn't going to work. In line i started talking about Billy John and Elton Joel in concert. (Billy Joel and Elton John for those who don't understand) People anywhere near me figured that if i couldn't remember legendary names at a concert, I wasn't going to last much longer so I earned a free trip to the front of the line. THANKS GUYS. Not to mention I had front row seats, minor detail.
I can't exactly tell which of the 19 Dave Matthews Concerts it was between the ages of 14 and 21 I went to. ( most likely more toward 17-21) We were having a bit of fun in the parking lot which happened to start at 4 pm when the concert started at 9 and a few of us had a few to many. Well after I had used the restroom in almost every bottle i drank it was time to find the porta-potty which apaprently everyone there had to use and the line was about 74 people deep which wasn't going to work. In line i started talking about Billy John and Elton Joel in concert. (Billy Joel and Elton John for those who don't understand) People anywhere near me figured that if i couldn't remember legendary names at a concert, I wasn't going to last much longer so I earned a free trip to the front of the line. THANKS GUYS. Not to mention I had front row seats, minor detail.
Right before i went to this hardcore show i had gotten a chicken dinner. While i was eating it it tasted funny. So after a few bites i stopped and to my surprise i was basically eating raw chicken. I went to the show anyway even though i was getting sick. While at the show this guy thought i was mocking him so he punched me in the stohmach and i went number 2 in my pants.
This story isn't as much embarassing as painful and amusing. I went to a Taking Back Sunday show a few weeks ago and I was wearing a miniskirt, so I had no intention of crowd-surfing at this concert. I was way up in the front and cheering super hard for my favorite song when some kid who was crowd-surfing got dropped on my feet. So I bent down to pick him up and when I stood back up another guy who was up above me kicked me super hard right in the nose! I fell backwards ( I almost passed out,) ....some girl behing me picked me up and asked me if I was alright..I told her " I don't really know." and she was like " Oh God ! You're bleeding!"...so I felt my nose and I was bleeding everywhere! She like "C'mon...come with me." and I'm like " No it's cool I wanna see the rest of the show...." but she wasn't really listening, no that she could even hear me , so she pushed me up to the railing and told this group of huge guys to throw me over. I didn't get a chance to argue as they grabbed me and tossed me over like a rag doll , as I tried in vain to hold my skirt on. I was caught by a security guard who gave me a look and shook his head, as I asked him " Where's my shoe? Hey where's my shoe?"....Well someone handed me my shoe and I put it on and limped off passing the entire crowd. I went and found my dad who just laughed at me and called me crazy for going up there, but in my opinion you know it's a good show if when you leave you can't hear, you get dropped on your head, or kicked in the face, you have bruises or scars you didn't have before, or you throw up at some piont during the show. Anyways...I went to the bathroom to clean up and told my story to strangers waiting in line to pee and what not. I also called and told my mom who reacted very mom-ish-ly and overreacted, asking if my nose was broken ( it wasn't!)...anyways...that's my story, thanks for reading!
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I went to an Avenged sevenfold concert and it was a really small venue, so I was in the back but I could still see everything perfectly. My friend and I are just waiting around, talking, when I hear someone yelling for help. I turn around n there is this kid trying to pik his other friend off the floor, who is completely unconscious. he sees that he caught our attention and he says we gotta get him outta here!, so my friend and i go and try and pick this lifeless kid up, so i wrap my arms around his chest from behind, kinda like as if i was administerin the hymlick, when all of a sudden, i hear my friend say dam dude, that guy is puking all over you, so i lean forward to look at the kids face, and indeeed, vomit was just flowing out of his mouth. i dont even think he was concsious while this was happenin so i kinda half throw him in2 this garbage can that was nearby. thank god i had my jacket on cause i would of gotten puke all over my arm, but i still got it all over my jacket, pants, and sneakers. to make a long story short, i go 2 the bathroom, throw away my jacket, wash my pants and the bathroom attendant is like dam, some 1 puked on u? that sux. and as im walkin out of the bathroom , i see the kid and his puke sprewin friend, walkin towards the exit, and he looks right in my face and walks away. not even a thank you. he was probably still 2 intoxicated to even have a clue as to who i was but that just added insult to injury.
I've seen The Rolling Stones 10 times in my life time, last August at Soldiers Field I was on main floor 17th row and I knew Keith Richards would sing a couple songs, so I went for a beer but lines were endless, so I decided to go back to my seat, but the mobile stage was half way to its end and with my ticket on hand I got closer than ever imagined to The Stones.
Well, next time I got even closer at United Center, As soon as the cats walk stage stared to move I did the same towards main floor with my ticket on hand, half way one of the ushers directed me to a stairway and I pointed her my seat was in the opossited direction stinging her eye with my index finger, all the ushers around went on her help and meanwhile I saw Mick Jagger closer than at Soldiers Field.
Okay, here it is 1981, REO SPEEDWAGON has been on top of the charts for weeks and weeks with the famous HI INFIDELITY album. WBZ Boston just announced that REO Speedwagon and 707 will be coming to the Garden July 15th 1981, and WESTWOOD ONE RADIO NETWORK was going to be there taping the concert for the famous "LIVING ROOM CONCERT SERIES" that aired weekly across the country. I had to be at that concert, I had never seen REO and I was going to be in attendance at a taping. I was going to be part of history. I was getting excited. REO was my favorite, I had to see them. I couldn't wait to get tickets. They went on sale on a Saturday 10am. I drove to the nearest "TICKETRON OUTLET", got there for about 9am. Well, the line was around the mall completely and beginning to start another line. I got in line and around 1:15 I got to the ticket booth, it was my turn, and when the clerk asks me how many tickets I would like, she immediately corrects herself in almost the same breath and says cancel that question, they just sold out. MAN, I was pissed! I couldn't believe I waited that long in the hot sun for NOTHING. **READ NEXT MESSAGE for the continuation of this very neat story**
So, a year and a half passes and yet again here comes REO SPEEDWAGON with SURIVIOR at the Cumberland County Civic Center in Portland, Maine, this time, November 14, 1982. I wasn't going to be stupid this time. Tickets went on sale again on a Saturday at 10am and still at the TICKETRON OUTLET. I got in line at 6am, and low and behold there are people waiting in line already, but only about 100. So I knew I was going to see REO this time. I got my tickets, and they were General Admission, so I was now very happy. Now it is November 14th, and what do you think happened to me, I tore my house up looking for the tickets. I could not find the tickets. I looked everywhere. Had my brother and sister looking for them, my Mom, EVERYONE. I could not find them anywhere. Then I got the worse headache, life was not treating me good. It was now getting close to 7pm and show time was 8pm. I drove to the concert hall and of course they were SOLD OUT. Outside the venue was this guy asking me if I needed tickets, I SHOUTED YES YES YES. He said they were $30 each, I gulped, as that was double the ticket price, bought two and me and my girlfriend went in the venue. We entered and got to the ticket person that rips the tickets in half as you enter, and, guess what, THEY WERE FAKES. I didn't look at them, but they were Maine Mariner Hockey Tickets with a face value of $3.50. They said I got scammed. I ran outside and of course he was gone. He was gone and I had about $10 bucks left. So we listened outside for a while until I couldn't stand it anymore. **READ BELOW for the continuation**
I did go in and I asked a nice normal looking guy if he could go around the corner and get me a large t-shirt of anything REO, I also gave him a 10 second explanation of what happened. He said oh man that sucks..sure, which one do you want. Since I couldn't see the t-shirt booth I said anything REO size large. He said they were around $8 bucks. I gave him my $10 dollar bill, and waited, and waited, and waited. I GOT SCAMMED AGAIN. He never showed back up with my t-shirt. We left and I had the biggest pit in my stomach. I still get that pit thinking about this.
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Fast forward to February 14, 1985 REO SPEEDWAGON is back on tour and here they are coming with yet again SURVIVOR at the same venue in Portland, Maine. I had to see them, after all I have been through. I was first in line to get tickets, I got them. At 12Noon that day they went on sale WBLM Radio in Portland was giving away 4 chances to sing backup on ROLL WITH THE CHANGES on stage with REO SPEEDWAGON. The grand prize winner gets a complete library of all of their albums on vinyl, $100 Band Merchandise Credit, seats on the sideline of the stage itself, backstage passes to meet them and watch them set up and do a sound check, dinner for 2 and a limo ride to and from the show. The Grand Prize was being given away the day before the show at the MAINE MALL. Only one of the four winners could win. I was standing there fingers crossed, and, YES, they called MY NAME. I was SO EXCITED. I was getting the red carpet treatment by REO SPEEDWAGON. I was in disbelief. Well, the limo picks us up and I got to do all that was mentioned. I met them, got to go on stage with them, sat on the sidelines, and WOW, do they play loud. To this very day in concert 2006 they play very, very load and still sound just as good as they did 20 years ago. I told the them what happened and they said that whenever they come to New England, I get tickets and passes for all that I went through. I got the "Secret Code Name" to ask for at the venue whenever I go to see them. I have never had to wait in line anymore for tickets, and always get to see them. Now, on my 55th show and still counting, I am an REO SPEEDWAGON Fan that has been through thick and thin with them. I have even collected so much REO Memoribilia that REO and VH1 asked me for items to be included on REO'S BEHIND THE MUSIC SPECIAL that aired in 2001. Life is Good! THANKS
Shirley, one of our group of high school girls, was using a port-a-potty at a concert out in the hills of Montana (yearly benefit for the U of Montana Library) when some rowdies tipped the port-a-john over -- with her inside.
She found clean, dry clothes (nothing like the cute outfit she had been wearing) but her long blonde hair had to be rinsed in beer-- poor girl, we were embarrassed to be with her. She got really drunk so she wouldn't mind so much.
In the early 70's just before going to a Grateful Dead concert I dreamed I fell asleep at the concert and missed the entire concert. When I went to the concert the next day I indeed fell asleep and missed the whole thing.
I got so wasted before a Led Zeppelin coverband in Denver. My friend told me to pick up this purse and I did. The owner of the purse came and got it back, and threatend to kick my a$$. I passed out throughout the whole concert. After it was over the empolyees had to keep me inside until my friends dad came to pick us up, because the girl and all her friends were waiting for me outside to beat me up.
In 1976 I went to the concert at Sun Devil stadium where the movie "A Star is Born" with Kris Kristofferson and Barbara Streisand was being filmed. The line-up was very good -- Santana, Peter Frampton, Montrose... I forget who else. We had to get there very early, about 5:30 a.m. and we didn't eat any breakfast. We proceeded to drink Southern Comfort out of the bottle on an empty stomach. There was no food and the tuna salad sandwiches we brought were ruined because the oil soaked into the bread, so we had nothing to eat all day. Plus, peope were passing out from the extreme heat and drugs they had done. I remember the end of the concert, but the beginning is rather sketchy. I was told later that I basically threw up on the guy sitting in front of me in the stands. The highight of course was "Do You Feel Like I Do?" performed by Frampton since this was shortly after the "Frampton Comes Alive" album had been released.
Good times!
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