Where It Started

I attended my first rock concert at 9, it was 1972.
As I look back on this I believe this experience set me on my life's path.
The band I saw was Lighthouse and their hit was Sunny Days
That song became the motto for my life and my love for live music began.

The next band I remember seeing was The Stampeders, their hit Sweet City Woman I took quite literally. I was determined to get to the city.

It took a few years but in 1976 at the age of 13 I was finally allowed to go to a rock concert in the city.
My mom dropped me off and picked me up I was only 13 after all.
The city was Halifax and the band was KISS.
My life has never been the same.

Since that night I have seen over 200 live shows, a few I must admit I only recall glimpses as I tend to over indulge. Plus this is a time frame of 30+ years so give a girl a break .
None the less if you are interested I am going to share my experiences with you in hopes that you will share an experience of your own.

My first two stories are about Deborah Harry and David Bowie 
Would you like to relate a story about your experience with either of these artists?
Please do by adding your story in the comments of the original. I hope you will enjoy reading mine and I look forward to reading yours.

TS