Stones show in '81. I was 15 and my parents finally caved and let me go because "they may never tour again". LOL.
Got a bit overserved at the tailgate. Stood on the field about 20 yards from the stage, packed shoulder to shoulder. It was warm and muggy.
George Thorogood and the Destroyers are working their way through "One Bourbon, One Scotch, and One Beer" and my lights went out. Couldn't fall anywhere so I just slumped straight down. My older brother took me up to the concourse to get some air, and I was good to go.
Journey got booed off the stage after about five songs and then the Stones rocked the house.