AWESOME STORIES!!!
Here's mine:
My very first "concert" was in 1989... it was a free show at a community college in Canton, NY... it was the Ramones... the original line-up.
I think I was 15.
They were up there filming their
Pet Cemetary video and decided to do a free show at a local college... I was lucky enough to hear about it and get there in time to actually get in.
A local cover band opened up... playing RUSH songs of all things.
Since "events" like this don't really happen at this school, they were totally unprepared for what was about to take place. To "protect" the band, they built a barracade out of 2x4's nailed together to keep the crowd away from the stage. Yes... I said nailed together... and, no... I'm not joking.
I was in the very front... and it held up fine during the cover band... but once the fog machine started and Dee Dee let out his "1-2-3-4!!!" the barracade literally EXPLODED into a pile of wood with nails sticking out of it all over the place... I was doing everything I possibly could to fight to stay alive. I saw a guy land on his back... ON SOME NAILS... and get right back up and start moshing again. It was absolutely the most insane thing I had ever experienced.
After some real close calls, I finally found my way to a safe spot... which happened to be directly in front of Johnny and his amp. It was so fucking loud that my ears could literally only send white noise to my brain... my equalibrium was completely off... and I did a half turn and put my hands on the closest thing I could find, which was Johnny's stage monitor.
I looked up, he looked down, and the next thing I saw was the heel of his Chuck Taylor on my forehead, giving me a solid "get the fuck away from my shit" boot-to-the-head back into the gigantic moshpit filled with 2x4's and rusty nails.
Ultimately, I survived, and, looking back, it was one of the greatest moments of my life.