When I was a kid in rural, pre-superhighway Pennsylvania, the thought of actually going to a concert was so far-fetched that it never crossed my mind. When I read about the Beatles & the Stones & Bob Dylan, it seemed like they all inhabited some alternate, possibly fictitious, universe.
When I got to be a teenager, my older friends all went to REAL shows, in Philadelphia or at various PA colleges, and saw the Rolling Stones (in 1972), the Grateful Dead, the Band...great stuff.
The first show I actually got to attend myself, in 1973, when I was about 15, was
Ten Years After and
Dr. John at Harrisburg's Farm Show Arena. Dr. John was pretty awesome, I thought, but BIZARRE, doing his N'awlins voodoo music, sprinkling the air with glittery goofer dust. I remember that "I Walk On Gilded Splinters" was the most impressive song of the set. It all seemed weird and foreign, not the way I expected a rock & roll show to be at all. It was atmospheric and dimly lit with green and purple lights, and he had a long-haired bearded guitarist playing an ES-335 in a trance, his eyes rolled back in his head. Girls moaned in the background. I love(d) it more in hindsight than I probably did at the time. I think back then I was more overwhelmed by being in a "city" without parental guidance, and jeesus the whole place smells like reefer!
I was pretty charged up to see Ten Years After. I'd seen the Woodstock movie and been amazed by "I'm Going Home". Back then, long songs were automatically cool. And playing fast was sometimes confused for playing good. Temporarily, at least, Alvin Lee was considered to be in the same class as Clapton, Beck and Page. The current album was "A Space In Time", and the single "I'd Love To Change the World" was a minor hit on the radio.
When they walked onstage, and I could tell they were the same guys from the Woodstock movie (mostly
because Leo the bass player had a Salvador Dali moustache) it was quite thrilling. The thrill wore off fast.
The sound was abysmal, and worse, after 2 or 3 unrecognizeable tunes, the PA system shut down
altogether. While waiting for it to be fixed, Leo the bass player told us "ya know yer standin' where
the cows shit!" which was true enough, being at the Farm Show Arena and all, but he didn't need to
rub our noses in it! The drummer started a meandering drum solo, hoping the PA would come back
on during his pedestrian paradiddling. It didn't, though, and the drum solo ended, and then Spinal
Tap, I mean Ten Years After, stomped offstage in a huff. It almost made me wanna ask for my
$3.50 back.
The shows I saw after that were all at the Farm Show Arena, or the hockey rink in Hershey. In
'73 - '74 I saw Jethro Tull, Humble Pie, J. Geils Band, Edgar Winter, Alice Cooper, Elton John.
It seems like Gentle Giant opened for everyone.
One of the earliest shows I went to was
Mott the Hoople .
It was during the period when Ariel Bender was playing guitar with
them, and they had gigantic marionettes as props onstage. The
openers were Aerosmith, and a band nobody'd ever heard of called
Queen. We stayed in the parking lot getting high instead of going
in to see them. I really don't regret that much, because I've never
liked Queen at all, but some people would probably be kicking
themselves over that.
The first REAL concert I saw was the Stones in Philly in 1975. After that I started being a
little pickier about who I went to see, and where. I try to avoid places that smell like manure.
Disclaimer: These are my opinions and not fact as realised in these here United States, lest I give my friends the idea that everyone thinks like me.