Back in August, I published a story espousing the importance of a first concert in a music lover’s life, recounting not only my own experience with the Counting Crows at Kingsbury Hall, but those of many of the professional musicians I’ve interviewed this year.
But I also wanted to hear from readers — Did you witness something memorable? Catch an act at the height of its powers? See someone just before they stopped for good?
My first concert was in 1968 when I was 12 years old. I went with a girlfriend to see The Monkees at Valley Music Hall.