It was 15 years ago this week (10/23/93) that I went to my very first concert. Where a lot of my friends have exceptionally embarrassing “first concerts,” i am pretty proud of mine: Nirvana and Mudhoney; Not a bad way to start things off.
I remember my friend’s mom’s new boyfriend took us, and we got to the Aragon exceptionally early. When the show started the crowd swelled to the front, and as I had never experienced a concert before, I had no idea about moshing or crowd surfing or any of the push and shove that inevitably happens. I was just a 15-year-old enthralled by seeing his favorite band in the entire world. Why did all these punks have to keep pushing me?
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