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too funny… i'm surprised they didn't have more of a gay following – maybe that would be more nsync =)
Most memorable concert? Madonna (sat next to a girl I liked and irritated her by talking too much showing too much attention), Van Halen (so incredibly loud), The Jacksons (saw MJ after he was big), Lionel Richie (Tina Turner opened and yelled through her songs), Chicago (bored me to death at the time), The Judys (splattered with red Kool-Aid, a signature move for the group during their most popular song, Guyana Punch)? Nope, none of them. Not even the one when Rick James passed out on stage after one song.
Mine was an unexpected memory-making moment. My normally very agreeable wife and I went to see Natalie Merchant and she got into a heated verbal argument with a guy who sat in front of us, after he could not keep his lips of his girlfriend and they talked and kissed the entire length of the show, blocking our view, as no matter which way we moved to see, they moved too within seconds blocking our view again and interupting the music with their perpetual chatter. As we left the show, the guy yelled at me angrily, "You got a winner there, man. A winner!" Nice.
Second place was a Sade concert. She was excellent, sounded as good as a recording. I'd see her again in a minute. As we headed into the arena to park, I noticed that my basic-model luxury car was a cheap comparison to the fancy flagship models all around. When the lights were up before the show, we were the obvious minority, the average-looking, middle-class white folks amidst a sea of seemingly rich and beautiful people of color. When the show started, and the lights went down, the music dominated and it was great.