It’s my favorite question to ask people at a dinner party (or anywhere else) when the conversation is lagging: What was the first rock concert you attended?
Nearly everyone has a story to share – often one that involves a comical cocktail of juvenile antics, liquid spirits, long-lost love interests, and a band that is no longer respectable – and maybe never was. (Here’s looking at you, Backstreet Boys fans.)
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