Bruce
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Maybe this will be a fun thread. What was the first show you saw? How old were you? How did you feel? What did the place smell and look like? Who were you with? All deets and stories are on the table.
Overkill Leeway and Whiplash at Lamours Brooklyn, 1989. Lamours Brooklyn was maybe a 2 hour train ride from The Bronx, so the night likely started out smelling like piss and weed. I was with maybe 5 or 6 friends, other social outcasts in what can be called an urban high school. It was a performing arts school so there were many musicians, just not many takers on bands like the above.
Naturally all of us being 15-16 years old in 1989, we got right in lol. No one even looked at us twice. The fact we looked the part and were all on the fast track to either prison or an early grave probably helped. I was served beer.
The music was DEAFENING loud. Medium sized club at best and waaaaay too much firepower. I remember the place being really dark. I was really there to see Overkill. The only song I knew was In Union We Stand. They played it and it made the night for me.
I woke up on a park bench with the sun hitting me in the face and commuters heading for the train. I look back at days like that and wonder if people thought I was homeless. I usually was for the evening, as my dad would lock the top lock for which I had no key for by design at 10pm. If I wasn’t home, it was see you tomorrow. Or whenever. Or never. Not sure who if anyone cared.
But anyway, how about your first show?
Overkill Leeway and Whiplash at Lamours Brooklyn, 1989. Lamours Brooklyn was maybe a 2 hour train ride from The Bronx, so the night likely started out smelling like piss and weed. I was with maybe 5 or 6 friends, other social outcasts in what can be called an urban high school. It was a performing arts school so there were many musicians, just not many takers on bands like the above.
Naturally all of us being 15-16 years old in 1989, we got right in lol. No one even looked at us twice. The fact we looked the part and were all on the fast track to either prison or an early grave probably helped. I was served beer.
The music was DEAFENING loud. Medium sized club at best and waaaaay too much firepower. I remember the place being really dark. I was really there to see Overkill. The only song I knew was In Union We Stand. They played it and it made the night for me.
I woke up on a park bench with the sun hitting me in the face and commuters heading for the train. I look back at days like that and wonder if people thought I was homeless. I usually was for the evening, as my dad would lock the top lock for which I had no key for by design at 10pm. If I wasn’t home, it was see you tomorrow. Or whenever. Or never. Not sure who if anyone cared.
But anyway, how about your first show?