Well, this Bonnaroo ticket giveaway is certainly our biggest contest ever

Goodness, the guys operating the online concert ticket marketplace StubHub are just dead set on starting your summer off properly, aren't they? This month they're sending pop-savvy blues-rockers Grace Potter and the Nocturnals out on the road with up-and-coming country-rock quintet Futurebirds and a few other folks for what they're calling the "Bonnaroo Buzz" tour, essentially a 13-show lead-in to whip up excitement for the enormous music festival, which takes place 6/9 through 6/12 on a farm in Manchester, Tennessee.

Grace & Co. will hit the Jefferson Theater on 6/8, and we have three pairs of tickets to give away to that show; two of these pairs will also come with some sort of backstage artist meet-and-greet thing (so please wear something nice for once!).

BUT WAIT– THERE'S MORE.

One lucky winner will also get two tickets to the festival, which is actually already sold out of all the general admission tickets, probably because this year's impressive lineup has something for everyone: Eminem, Arcade Fire, The Black Keys, Mumford & Sons, Ratatat, The Decemberists, Explosions In The Sky, Gogol Bordello, Beirut, Big Boi from Outkast, Opeth, Wavves, Omar Souleyman, Girl Talk, Old Crow Medicine Show, The Meters, and many more. So instead StubHub is giving you the fancy expensive VIP package! This includes:

  • an exclusive VIP entrance for two
  • sweet parking and camping spots
  • access to shower and restroom facilities (complete with attendants?!)
  • dinner and a party on the night of Thursday 6/9
  • access to special viewing areas at two of the festival stages
  • access to three VIP-only lounges spread across the campground
  • shirts, posters, SWAG

To enter, please just tell us your best concert story in the comment space below. We will make absolutely no attempt to verify them, and we'll then pick all the winners randomly around 3pm on Monday 5/30. (Thank goodness I'm not eligible to enter myself, or else I'd have to tell you all about the time I got picked up by the cops at a Candlebox show when I was 15 – and not for throwing rocks at the band, unfortunately.) As always, be sure to use your real email address so we know how to contact you if you win.

IMPORTANT NOTE: there is now a special limited-edition Bonnaroo Buzz flavor of Ben & Jerry's ice cream, in which one of the component flavors is whiskey. It is not very good.

 


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I have seen 102 Grateful Dead shows. Not sure which one would be the best story.
Thanks, Hope I win.

Not sure which stories I would want on the internet.

I worked for a major East Coast music retailer for most of the '80's and I could pull from my memory any number of stories of concerts past. But the best experience I have had in my concert history was going to see the Stones when they played Scott Stadium with my two boys. We(ex-husband and I) got 6 tickets for the show and told the boys that they could each invite a friend. The excitement and the looks on their faces as they recognized songs was/is something I will treasure forever. I also got to experience this with my youngest daughter last summer when she won tickets to see Lady Antebellum at The Pavillion. Now, who would I invite to Bonnaroo....

I grew up in Jersey and my sisters and I were (are!) huge Bruce fans. When I was in 7th grade and she was in 11th, my parents let us go into NYC alone to go to a Springsteen concert at Madison Square Garden. Now mind you I'm 5'2" and my sis is 5' and we looked even younger than we were! So Bruce plays his usual marathon concert and we had to ruuuuun to catch the last bus out of the city. We barely made it! I remember landing in the seat, breathing so hard, so thankful that we caught the bus in time. We would have been 2 very small, very young girls stuck in NYC at 1:30am. What were my parents thinking?!? I have 2 kids now and I would never let them do this!!! (...but I'm glad my parents let me do it!!!)

I want to check out Bonnarooo!!!

Stevie Ray Vaugn concert in Philadelphia, senior year of high school. Stopped to help a woman with two kids change a flat tire on the way there. She was thanking me profusely and in conversation I told her I was on the way to the show...turns out she was related to the bass player in the band - she called ahead and they invited me and my buddies back stage and got to see part of the show side stage then meet the band afterwards - I met Bruce Springsteen and George Thouroghgood that night too!

Stevie Ray Vaugn concert in Philadelphia, senior year of high school. Stopped to help a woman with two kids change a flat tire on the way there. She was thanking me profusely and in conversation I told her I was on the way to the show...turns out she was related to the bass player in the band - she called ahead and they invited me and my buddies back stage and got to see part of the show side stage then meet the band afterwards - I met Bruce Springsteen and George Thouroghgood that night too!

I have been fortunate to have been invited to alot of major shows .I as well have been to many grateful dead shows bu , i have been back stage at many dave mathews shows (old Friend ) of Leroi moore (deceased ) was there when chelsea clinton was back stage ,lots of secret agents in black suits ,but there was still a nice party back stage regardless of all the suits . another time was at the outback lodge in charlottesville va (now closed ) got tyo be all personal with james cotton ,went back to his hotel room and partied and talked to him nearly all night long ,have met and personally hung out with screaming cheetah wheelies,warren haynes ,derick trucks, buddy miles ,koko taylor,bonepony,southern culture and the skids,gibb droll,terry garland and mark wenner,elephant boy,drin"n"cryin,funkomatic,blue dogs ,seven mary three,magic hat, would love the oppurtunity to see some modern day shows am geetting older now and have not been to any shows since jerry garcias birthday bash at sunshine day dream the year he passed away was the last show i have been to I am a poor old farmer that loves good music and would love the chance to go again ,have a great day ,have a great show if I dont get to see you or it and have a great summer ,thanks for the time ,have a great summer ,peace and love ,leonard cason

Favorite concert experience would have to be seeing the Decemberists for the fourth time, made uniquely special by the wonderful location at the Pavilion on the Downtown Mall. It was very special and sentimental to come back to C'ville after graduating from UVA to see my college favorite band, and it was a perfect show. (I'd love to see them for the 5th time at this year's Bonnaroo! I just missed buying a general admission ticket before the sell-out.)

I experienced my very first concert at a more advanced age than many. However, the concert that I elected to be my first ever, at the age of eighteen, was not exactly a laid-back, soulful entrance into the world of live music. My friends and I had purchased tickets to a show in Richmond, headlined by the metal bands Trivium and All That Remains. Of course, due to my complete inexperience with concerts of any type, much less metal concerts, I showed up to the venue quite dressed to (in my young opinion) impress. I had on fairly nice jeans, a Ralph Lauren button down, and shoes that were certainly not inexpensive. My friends had been giggling the entire ride there, and I was unsure of their particular reasons for suffering bouts of incessant laughter, but I was quickly about to find out.

As soon as the music started, I thought my chest was compressing with every hit of the kick drum... and mind you, this was a metal concert, with double bass drums in full effect and my chest rapidly compressing. However, the real compression was only starting, as what felt like a horde of elephants began running into me from every direction. I had no idea what to do, and the mosh pit was quickly engulfing the entire floor where my friends has not too inadvertently told me would be "the best place to stand."

A fight for survival ensued, and by the end of it, my jeans had ripped completely off of my left leg, my shirt had buttons torn out, my hair was wild and spiked with sweat, my friend had been trampled in a circle pit and had a rib broken, but most of all, I was carnally ecstatic. My primal urges had kicked in somewhere between the first guitar solo and the second crowd surfing rocker girl who booted me in the back of the head. I had shamelessly turned into one of those animals, pushing, shoving, headbanging, and, of course, having a ridiculous amount of fun.

It was 1969, Montreal. I was a deserter from the US Navy, serving as a Corpsman for the Marines in N.C,, where I put out one of the many antiwar underground papers circulating in the armed forces at the times. Finally split for Canada after being assured by my lawyer - a Black guy, that my legal alternatives had been exhausted and I was probably gonna get thrown on a plane to Vietnam, even if I refused orders, which I had been doing. Anyway, after landing on my feet as a reporter for the (then "Montreal Star") and a street rag, "Logos", I was able to get into concerts for free as a member of the oil immersion light show that a friend I made had put together. I was writing interviews with Muddy Waters, the Kinks, even got invited to sit in when John and Yoko did their sleep in Montreal.
But my best experience was the night I was working on the light show for Albert Collins and Janis Joplin. I was standing on a long folding table showing movies agianst the wall of light, animated films by a Canadian local, when I hear boots stomping and hands clapping and I look down and see Janis rught under my table and about two feet to the side. Musta been that MDMA I'd snorted, but the next thing I know I was talking to her. Very intellectual stuff like "Hi Janis." "Hey man!" I thought I saw her call me down to her level with a nod of her head and a shake of her hair. I jumped off the table and we were dancing. She pushed up next to me, grinding it into me. The crowd wasn't looking at either of us. She mentioned what hotel room she was in, told me the number and said "See you up ther at One thirty?"
Then she had to go get ready to perform. Things were so magical in those days I took it all in stride. I LOVED that concert, but just told my friends I was walking home. Who would believe me? She opened the door at 1:30 and I entered her magic kingdom. Now it's like a book I read a long time ago, I never heard form her or tried to write to her, honoring the moment.

In 2008, I saw Rush play on their Snakes and Arrows tour. Now I know they have been playing well over 30 years together, but these guys can still rock it. The played two sets, which was a good 3.5 hours of music. It is just so refreshing to see a band play without any openers, just them. This is one of many concert experiences I have been able to enjoy.

The greatest concert that I ever saw was The Notorious B.I.G. in Atlanta in during the summer of 1995. He was the hottest thing out at the time, everyone everywhere was playing all of his stuff and knew all of his lyrics. His showmanship was second to none and the show was made even more significant due to his untimely passing shortly after. At one point Notorious B.I.G. Rapped a classic freestyle over different west coast beats. Thankfully there were not any fights, and there wasnt anything out of the ordinary,but it was without a doubt the most entertaining concert I have ever seen. However I think that Bonnaroo will be able to top that! Looks great!

The greatest concert I ever attended was Woodstock.

Need I say more?

Because I've been to so many concerts and events in my life that I can't tell anymore which one I enjoyed most, I'm going to contribute a sad story about a festival that I missed, and it still hurts after more than four decades! When I was thirteen, Jimi Hendrix was the main act at Fehmarn, a German Baltic peninsula. Despite all my begging and pleading, my parents wouldn't let me go, and I cried all weekend - tears streaming down my face harder than the rain drops on my window. I had the distinct feeling that this was the only chance to see my favorite guitar player of all times. As fate would have it, I was right. Hendrix died shortly thereafter. I don't ever want my youngest son Arlo to go through the same ordeal that I went through then, and he already missed Bonnaroo once a few years back, because he had to sell his tickets. If I win, these tickets would to to him and his girlfriend! Thank You!

A moment I will never forget......The date was August 6, 2005, the place was the Portsmouth Pavilion, the band - Widespread Panic. It was a beautiful night with the sun setting on one side of the pavilion and a giant ship sitting in the harbor on the other side. One of the first songs played was a cover of "No Sugar Tonight" which really got the crowd rolling. The set list as a whole was amazing and they finished off strong with a cover of "Lawyers, Guns, and Money." As soon as that song ended the lights flicked on and "Baba O'Riley" starts blaring on the speakers. The entire crowd joined in, like it had been practiced a 100 times, singing at the top of our lungs. The most emphasized line being the last of course, "WE'RE ALL WASTED"!!!! Every time I hear that song now, it takes me back to that moment immediately.

My favorite concert moment would have to be my first concert, it was Alabama, and I was 8, sitting on my fathers shoulders, I thought I was on top of the world, it was love, Bonnaroo brings feelings like that, and thats why I go.

I went to see the Beach Boys at Constitution Hall. We arrived really early and were sitting on the front steps waiting for the doors to open. After a while, a guy came out and asked us if we would like to get in free. Sure, no problem, we said.

We went up on stage and helped them set up. We built the drum riser out of beer cases, but the Daughters of American Revolution representative came out and objected to having alcohol on stage, so we took it back down.

We then went back stage to the green room and partied with the Beach Boys, and their most delicious entourage. A lot of crazy things went on, but what happens in the green room stays in the green room.

We sat on stage for the concert. Every member of the band had a shadow musician standing nearby. These shadow guys played all the music and did most of the singing, as most of the Beach Boys were in no shape to perform.

We had an awesome time.

City: New Orleans
Venue: House of Blues
Performer: Trombone Shorty with special guest

After Shorty whipped the crowd into a frenzy, he brought out a special guest--WYNTON MARSALIS! The two dueled back and forth, and then broke out "When The Saints Go Marching In." The crowd went absolutely crazy. This happened shortly after the Saints won the Super Bowl and the city was starting to finally see signs of life after Katrina. The energy and passion in the place is something that I will remember for as long as I live.

I would love to win these tickets!

PS- What do you have against Candlebox? "Far Behind" is a classic! No lie.

I didn't get into Phish until their first hiatus back in 2000. I was invited to a 99 show in NC but declined because I didn't need to waste my time with "phish" when pink floyd was doing me just fine. Boy was I wrong. That all changed when I bought the white tapes demos at Plan 9 for Christmas. I was never the same and knew that I had to see them live one day.

Well that day came and it was glorious. However, I'm going to talk about my favorite show and unfortunately that was not it. My favorite came in 2009 when I was treating my Dad to his first Phish show at Meriwether Post Pavilion in Maryland. 15 August 2009 changed his take on music completely. After the show he couldn't stop going on about how talented they were and how much fun he was having as well as everyone around him. I was happy that he was able to understand my passion for the band. It was such a treat to share that with him. He's seen 9 shows since then, all with me as his show buddy! Take us to ROO! (por favor)!

I went to the New Orleans Jazzfest for the first time this year. Wandering from stage to stage hearing acts like Trombone Shorty, Lauryn Hill, Rebirth Brass Band and hundreds of other fantastic musicians, drinking heavily and eating as much fried seafood as my body would allow was one of the happiest weekends of my recent memory. The only drawback: my mother shares with me before I leave that I was conceived at the Jazzfest 25 years earlier. Quick math with my Jan 26th birthday: yep, checks out. Come on, Ma!

I've certainly been to many many concerts over the years. I started going to them when I was 4 years old my dad used to bring my sister and I to the Ben & Jerry's festival in Vermont every year, but I have to say one of my favorite concert stories involves the wonderful Dropkick Murphy's. It was the day before Thanksgiving, 2006 I believe. I was a Freshman in college and all of my friends had left town for break because of a massive snow storm that was coming. I didn't have a car at that point in time and I made the trek in the cold from the UVM dorms all the way to Higher Ground in South Burlington. It was quite the walk! Anyway I ended up going to the show by myself, which I don't really mind. I ended up running into some of my high school friends there while waiting in line. At that time in my life I was all about getting to the show super early so that I could be right up front. And in the case of this concert I was more than up front, when we got inside Higher Ground I realized there was no barricade so i planted myself right against the stage with my buddies by my side. The show was fantastic, the Dropkicks never disappoint, and Big D and the Kids Table (one of my favorite ska bands ever!) opened and also were phenomenal. It got to be the end of the show, the encore was coming up, I had bruises all over my arms and stomach from being pushed against the stage and trying to hold my ground amongst the hundreds of people behind me. The Dropkicks began playing their wonderful song "Kiss Me, I'm Shitfaced", and everyone started surging forward. Now this is the time that all of the ladies in the crowd are invited on stage to dance around, but no one was running up. I had no way to get onto the stage myself as I was pinned down, but then suddenly out of nowhere a guy behind me grabs me and throws me onto the stage. I actually ended up landing in between the legs of Al Barr, the lead singer. I ended up crawling through his legs, and luckily he's so tall he didn't trip over me, but I stood up and suddenly mass amounts of women started joining me on the stage. I was jumping around and singing in the mic with Ken Casey, the bassist. It was amazing! At the end of the song when everyone got off the stage I totally gave Ken a big hug and I will certainly never forget that moment! Best Concert Ever!

The look on my 8 year old daughters face when Stevie Wonder started singing!! She totally thought he was just singing to her! Made my whole trip so worth it!!

Paul Simon and Bob Dylan. IT was the first and only concert I ever attended with my father. We were on vacation in VA Beach (from Ohio). The price was $12. It was my first ampitheater show. I was 14. And my dad enjoyed it. Not just along for the ride to chaperone. Never forget it.

While at JMU a bunch of us came to Charlottesville to see String Cheese Incident at Memorial Gym 11.4.00. The show was awesome, one of my first really good times in Cville...until after the show while crashing in a house on Rugby Rd my girlfriend at the time cheated on me with one of my buddies upstairs from where I was sleeping. I am still glad that it happened because I started dating my wife shortly after "the incident."

The very first concert I saw was Sonny & Cher and they were still married, and obviouslt Sonny was still alive! He just couldn't sing worth a darn! Anyway, I guess you can say that was the beginning of it all-my uncontrollabe love of music, especially live music! Would love to get Bonnaroo tix!

O.K. so we went to see some dead shows @ RFK, well the shows were great, and we all kinda over indulged. Anyway we were heading back to C-ville, and I decided to take a nap(passout). Anyway I woke up kinda hazy and looked up to the fromt seat. What I saw was kinda puzzled me, I saw my two friends playing cards and cutting up limes on the center consel. Thinngs only got stranger. I also noticed we were about 8 feet in the air going backwards with traffic coming at us. I thought we had gone to the great gig in the sky, but we we had broken down and were on the back of a tow truck coming back to town.

O.K. so we went to see some dead shows @ RFK, well the shows were great, and we all kinda over indulged. Anyway we were heading back to C-ville, and I decided to take a nap(passout). Anyway I woke up kinda hazy and looked up to the fromt seat. What I saw was kinda puzzled me, I saw my two friends playing cards and cutting up limes on the center consel. Thinngs only got stranger. I also noticed we were about 8 feet in the air going backwards with traffic coming at us. I thought we had gone to the great gig in the sky, but we we had broken down and were on the back of a tow truck coming back to town.

My first Dead show at RFK stadium in DC. Of course I loved the parking lot scene - I hadn't been aware previously that it was as much of a spectacle as the show itself. But the real topper was watching a shoeless, shirtless young man CONDUCT (at least in his mind) the entire concert. Oh yeah - it was as though he were in front of the philharmonic orchestra with the amount of physical energy and focus he put into it. I guess I've never witnessed another person enjoy a concert so much ; )

Oh! I'd love to win tix to the Grace Potter show here. Otherwise engaged for Bonaroo with Fridays After Five and a student recital !

Ya boi went to da Dr John concert at da Lewis Gahdens in Cap City a few years bak. Da rain wuz pourin lik in da MIssy Elliott jam, so much dat cha boi had fishin waders on mane! Nobody wuz in da crowd cuz it wuz rainin so hard, so I wuz in da front row, in full fishin gear, listenin to da Nite Trippa put it DOWN like it wuz a concert at my own crib mane.
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SN - did my mane really up dere jus admit to bein wit Janis Joplin?? YOU NASSSTY TWIN!

My most memorable concert was actually this past November in Charlottesville at the two day Dave Matthews Band event at John Paul Jones arena. I considered the concert as a two day event, and therefore all of the memories go together. That Friday night, I had just finished coaching in my high school alma mater's State Championship football game, where we won. My family and girlfriend picked me up right as it ended and we hurried across town to Dave just opening up. These tickets were birthday gifts from my girlfriend, for the first night, and from my parents on the second night. The concert meant so much because it was the last concert before Charlottesville's local pride, DMB, was going to take a break from touring since they started in the 90s. The second night of the concert was arguably the best set list I've ever heard, and ended up being one their longest...with a double encore featuring "All along the watch tower"-one of my favorites. The time meant so much because I had immense local pride as a coach, UVa student, and Charlottesville music fan while enjoying my birthday with my best friends. I felt like I was a part of one of the most memorable nights in Charlottesville history.

One of my most memorable concert moments was seeing the Stones in '90 (Steel Wheels Tour) in my hometown. It was in an outdoor football stadium and one of my friends stood in line all night to get tickets. He came back to my apartment the next morning really excited that he'd gotten seats on the field, 30th row. We got to the concert, only to find out that the seats were 30th row of section M!! Now, there were 50 rows in each section and A-L in front of us. You get the picture. From where we were sitting, we might as well be sitting on our sofa at home! Despite the tight security, I was determined to get closer to the stage. Living Color was the warm-up band, and I spent their entire set, sneeking past guards, crawling over and under chairs. It took me over an hour, but by the time Living Color was finished, I had made it to the second friggn' row! They announce the Stones, the place goes nuts, and the opening guitar sound to "Start Me Up" is blearing through the speakers. Jagger comes running on stage and was no more than 10 feet in front of me! All of the sudden, the damn usher starts checking tickets!! I'm freaking out, and it obviously shows, because the girl next to me yells in my ear, "You don't have a ticket, do you?" "Obviously not!" I replied. "Hold on", she says. When the usher got up to me, she pulls me close and puts a lip-lock on me! The usher is pulling on my shirt, but to no avail. He ended up giving up and I stayed there for the whole show.

It was only a poster, but it meant everything to Me.
I am a Northern California high school teacher has been listening to Dave Matthews Band since 1995, and I catches the band's show every time they happen near her home. But for the final show on the final tour before a fan-freaking hiatus, I decided to cross the continent.
"I knew it would be epic--- " I says in a phone call from Chico, "epic in Dave Matthews Band-ness."
And I even found an epic seat in Charlottesville. As the 20th person in line for the November 20 show at John Paul Jones Arena, the 41-year-old parlayed her 12-hour wait into primo, second-row seats.
"I had the best seat in the house," says Me "And I wanted a poster as a symbol of this trip."
Every DMB show has a different, limited edition poster, and Me paid $40 for one of the 650 Methane Studios posters printed just for the Saturday event.
"There's key shows that sell out and are important and people collect the posters," explains Me. And because the Charlottesville show was the last one until 2012, there's one offered on eBay for $400.
After the three-and-a-half hour concert, Me went to the nearby McDonald's restaurant while the Arena traffic cleared. I started talking to a young man from Richmond who'd also been at the show, and who asked how much I wanted for the poster and offered her $250, I says. No way, responded Me.
"It's priceless to me," I says I
told the blond fellow who appeared to be 18 or 19 years old.
When it was her turn to order, I put the rolled up poster tube under her arm. And then it happened.
"I feel it yanked from under my arm," says Me. "And this kid I've just told my whole story to is going out the door. I tried to chase him with three other people," I recounts, but the teen escaped with the purloined poster.
"I've never had anything stolen," says Me, who felt her trip--- which included jaunts to Monticello and Blenheim, the Matthews-owned winery--- suddenly disintegrating.
"I was distraught," says Me. "I couldn't stand that this kid had taken away my whole experience."
"I came back so beside herself," says innkeeper Jim Stern at the Inn at the Crossroads, where I stayed. "You travel across the country and get stuck up."
Me acknowledges that I was very upset, but in a power-of-positive-thinking testimonial, "I tried to focus on the show," I says, adding that it was one of the best I's seen. "That's what snapped me out of it."
The next morning while serving breakfast to Me and 15 fellow concert-goers, Stern was astounded that I didn't mention her traumatic experience. "I didn't want it to be a crappy concert experience for everybody else," I told him.
Yet Stern was so appalled at what had happened to Me that he told her story to an acquaintance at MusicToday, the ticketing and merchandising company built on DMB merch. The MusicToday employee requests that his name not be mentioned in this story because he's not authorized to talk to the press, but after he heard the tale, another copy of the rare poster was soon on its way to Me.
"I'm just floored," says Me. "I'm completely blown away."
I's also blown away by the support I's gotten from DMB fans, who have denounced the poster thief on FaceBook, declaring that Dave Matthews' fans don't behave that way.
"The outpouring of love from Dave Matthews fans has overwhelmed me," says Me. "Even if I never got another poster, I'm overwhelmed by the love and support I've gotten from this.
And the robbery didn't sour her on Charlottesville.
"Everyone I met was wonderful," I says. "It's a beautiful area. I would definitely come back with my family."
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I was hooked on concerts at my first show. I saw Billy Joel and Christie Brinkley walked right past me and she was HOT! I was like 15 and thought if he could get her then anything was possible at a concert :)
Oh Yeah, I have family in Manchester, TN too that I would love to visit :)

i saw Kiss and Poison 7 or 8 years ago at Starwood in nashville tn it totally rocked

Well this is easy since i've only been to one concert. It was Weezer when i was 12. Got the tickets for my birthday. It was the craziest thing i've ever been to. A lot of stuff happened you wouldnt of thought would happen at a Weezer concert. One guy was chugging out of a mini keg, a guy streaking on stage (i was scarred for life) and one guy took a mic from one of the warm up bands and made it all the way to the lawn before he got wrecked by a security guard. Then when Weezer came on everybody shut up and was mezmorized. They played for like 3 and 1/2 hours! Rivers came out in the pit and just chilled with people after the show. Anyway thats my favorite (and only) concert story.

Id LOVE to go to Bonnaroo and have wanted to go for years. And the one year I can go i diddn't have the money. I would lose it if I got to see Eminem and Arcade Fire and Chiddy Bang. Anyways it would be the best graduation present ever if i got tickets to Bonnaroo. Thanks for listening!
Evan

The only job I ever got fired from was security at Nissan Pavilion. During a Dave Matthews Band concert in perhaps 1997, before ending up in Cville was even a twinkle in my eye, no less. I was working 3 part time jobs for the summer after my freshman year of college and I worked the gate for this show. I grabbed a spare VIP bracelet (sparing you the nifty details) and walked my best friend in very confidently through to the VIP area. After spending most of the afternoon in the parking lot with him sneaking beers, I was greeted by 4 managers and questioned very thoroughly. Quickly deciding I was about to lose a job but not desiring to also pick up an underage possession of alcohol charge, I decided to remain silent and get fired. I was banned from Nissan Pavilion for life.

Yes I've been back since.

Inspiration is one thing I crave, its one thing that many people search and adventure for. Its something people insanely desire almost like a lust. Well sometimes you don't even have to go out and find it, just hits you whenever you least expect it. One of those moments had to be the long thrilling night of Friday June 11th, 2010 at bonnaroo, slightly intoxicated on things you could easily guess I entered the "What stage" and pushed through to the front row. I had been a KOL fan for a long time and was excited to no bounds. Incredibly happy we waited chanting for them to come out. A acid headed hippie chick and I began to discuss what our favorite KOL song was and we both agreed on King Of The Rodeo. As KOL enters and begins to play this aura surrounds me, I look around and see these people in a trance, my friends, myself. I feel this enlightening sensation that wow, Im connecting with a few thousand people. The feeling itself was a intoxication of its own. KOL followed their set with the Pixies Where Is My Mind. The crowd goes insane, literally all the Lsd heads were probably losing their minds as soon as the the first verse "With your feet in the air and your head on the ground" hit. Through out the song I see vision, (their black and white vido playing in the back, and light show didn't help) basically when all was said and done, I began to see the portal donnie darko see's when he encounters frank in the movie theater. When all was said and done they begin to come to an end and play Sex on fire. While grooving out to the song, The hippie chick taps me on the shoulder quite excited. With a intense smile she yells "this is our song" "our favorite song" "OUR SONG", I begin to laugh and soon she follows. When KOL finished, the show had left me aww struck. By far it had been the best show, but I was a little disappointed. I wanted more. My friends wanted more. As people began to slowly walk away, I started to chant Knocked up. My friends began to chant with me knocked up! soon the whole area began to chant KNOCKED UP. They returned and played knocked up and a few more songs. Never had I felt that intensity from a crowd. That inspiration has put me on a new journey of music. If possible I want to feel those insane feels with thousands of people. Except I want to be the one supplying the amazing music

I thought I saw God when I heard the Flaming Lips play.

BuzzFest, Richmond, 1996. (104.7 "The Buzz"; Cracker, The Rugburns, FooFighters, Squirrel Nut Zipper, etc. all-day, outdoor music show). Leaving the gates to return to car, against rules. Arguing while under influence with security woman who, on Monday morning when I started my new job, was my immediate supervisor. We glanced, had a moment of recognition, but never mentioned it. The Marilyn Manson foreshortened pig people I saw (?) everywhere at the show were pretty awesome too.

In 2002 I traveled from Nashville to Atlanta with my buddy Luke. I was 14, so this trip was an enormous deal. I was a huge fan of Green Day at the time, and he Blink-182, so when the aptly named Pop Disaster Tour was formed, we knew we had to go.

As you'll read in almost any memoir, the journey superseded the destination. The trip down and back was full of such high energy it was ridiculous. By the time we arrived, you wouldn't be able to tell that we couldn't afford anything closer than the grass seats.

We noticed that there was a lot of extra room in the pit, so we decided to offer ourselves a bit of an upgrade by climbing up the concrete barriers separating the "cheap" seats from the "richer" seats. Ironically enough, Billie Joe Armstrong--in his poser-punker fashion--beckoned for us to 'move closer even if we can't afford it' from the stage.

We managed to run down the seated platform using the collapsible seats as footing until we reached the barrier between "seats" and "pit." At this point, there was a security guard at the bottom of a set of concrete stairs with his arms outspread refusing to let anyone through without a wristband. Since there was only one, I told Luke, "don't stop until you're front and center."

I stood up on the railing adjacent to the steps and jumped over the security guard's head. He was at first too shocked to move, but when I started dashing towards the crowd he sprinted after me. No sooner did he turn, the rest of the crowd being prevented from approaching the stage rushed the pit. It was pandemonium.

It took me about 30 minutes, but I made it all the way to the front of the pit so that nothing separated myself and the stage. Awaiting me, was my buddy Luke.

There were some older kids who got to the front of the stage in about the same way that we had, who wanted in front of us. They attempted to pick us up and crowd-surf us, as the security guards were pulling kids who crowdsurfed down and removing them from the pit. I'm not really a big guy, or a good fighter, or even all that good at defending myself so this was more or less a hopeless battle for me to remain stabilized on the ground. Luckily, everyone around us chipped in and played "tug of war" with my body and kept me from being pulled out.

It was a great time, and ten years later we are still going to concerts together. If we go to Bonnaroo this year, it will make three in a row.

Without a doubt, John Mayer. I was front row with my friend, Sarah, and we just about DIED every time he looked in our direction. Just hearing him sing and play guitar within a few feet of me made it an experience I will never forget! Appearing on the Jumbo Tron numerous times was a little awkward, but hey it's not something that happens everyday!

My 1st concert was aerosmith mid 90's in dallas, of course the show was "Amazing" but leaving was unforgettable too.....while stuck in the miles of traffic thru the residential area's the I gotta pee and cant hold it urge hit. After hearing "Living on the Egde" jumping out of the car in the traffic wasn't a "Crazy" idea, and releaving my "Bitch's Brew" by the bushes on a strangers lawn wasn't a big deal either.....but the photo the next day in the paper was!
There it was my blacked out booty with the headline "Shame, shame, shame on you babe"!

My 1st concert was aerosmith mid 90's in dallas, of course the show was "Amazing" but leaving was unforgettable too.....while stuck in the miles of traffic thru the residential area's the I gotta pee and cant hold it urge hit. After hearing "Living on the Egde" jumping out of the car in the traffic wasn't a "Crazy" idea, and releaving my "Bitch's Brew" by the bushes on a strangers lawn wasn't a big deal either.....but the photo the next day in the paper was!
There it was my blacked out booty with the headline "Shame, shame, shame on you babe"!

My 1st concert was aerosmith mid 90's in dallas, of course the show was "Amazing" but leaving was unforgettable too.....while stuck in the miles of traffic thru the residential area's the I gotta pee and cant hold it urge hit. After hearing "Living on the Egde" jumping out of the car in the traffic wasn't a "Crazy" idea, and releaving my "Bitch's Brew" by the bushes on a strangers lawn wasn't a big deal either.....but the photo the next day in the paper was!
There it was my blacked out booty with the headline "Shame, shame, shame on you babe"!

The best concert experience was watching Midnite at Cervantes Ballroom in Denver. World-class reggae in a run down joint in the middle of Five Points. The oxymornic juxtaposition of the content and the environment enhanced the vibes.

Second place was the time I saw Jesus freestyling with Buddha on top of Mount Olympus (since these aren't being verified or anything).

What a great opportunity to warn everybody about the fluoride and uranium, both deadly poisons deliberately added to the municipal water supply by the government to dumb you down and give you cancer! I'm sure one of you will be dancing up a storm at Bonnaroo, completely oblivious to the horror of what is going on down at the Rivanna water plant! Ha ha ha ha ha!

I will never forget Lollapalooza 2010. I had never been to a big music festival and all my favorite bands were playing so there was no chance in hell I could miss it. So my husband and I packed our bags and flew to Chicago. We made it through the gates just as Matt & Kim started... Amazing! Next the Black Keys... Wow! Then The Strokes... Mesmerizing! It was a great start to an awesome weekend, until... I woke at 4am to my husband screaming bloody murder so we rushed to the emergency room and he was diagnosed with a kidney stone. Hours later we were still there and Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zero's were going to start and so I had to find a way to get us out of there. I called the hotel to see if they had a wheelchair, which they did, and begged the doctor to medicate him and discharge him. We made it there just in time. But I guess no one had anticipated how big of a crowd this band could draw because they had them on the smallest stage with the smallest crowd space. My claustrophobia kicked in to high gear and then the nausea. We had to get out of the crowd and we had to do it quick. So we sat back and listened from a far. I had to say I was disappointed with myself. The next day he was feeling much better we got right up front for MGMT. They put on an amazing show. Sadly the weekend was coming to a close. We sat among hundreds waiting for our favorite band of all to start... Arcade Fire. They opened with Ready to Start from there new album. I was in awe. They really are an amazing band and can play an even more amazing show. Then my husband cries to me in pain. His kidney stone started moving again and we had to get out of the crowd, again. So we went to the back and sat under a tree. This time I was disappointed in him. I couldn't help it but neither could he. And then he told me to turn around. I was starstruck... It was Jade and Nico from Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros. My husband said don't bother them so I let them be. So we sat next to them listening to Arcade Fire finish out the festival. As Arcade Fire left the stage the security quickly started urging people to leave. We stould up at the same time Jade and Nico did so I couldn't help myself. I turned to Jade and started to tell her how beautiful her voice was and how much we loved their band dearly and several other things. I even wanted to ask her for a hug but I didn't want to freak her out. And then she says to me, "You are so sweet, can I give you a hug?" AGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! YES! She wrote the sweetest autograph ever, too. "I love Dawn, Says Jade!" Thank you kidney stone!!!!!

I will never forget Lollapalooza 2010. I had never been to a big music festival and all my favorite bands were playing so there was no chance in hell I could miss it. So my husband and I packed our bags and flew to Chicago. We made it through the gates just as Matt & Kim started... Amazing! Next the Black Keys... Wow! Then The Strokes... Mesmerizing! It was a great start to an awesome weekend, until... I woke at 4am to my husband screaming bloody murder so we rushed to the emergency room and he was diagnosed with a kidney stone. Hours later we were still there and Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zero's were going to start and so I had to find a way to get us out of there. I called the hotel to see if they had a wheelchair, which they did, and begged the doctor to medicate him and discharge him. We made it there just in time. But I guess no one had anticipated how big of a crowd this band could draw because they had them on the smallest stage with the smallest crowd space. My claustrophobia kicked in to high gear and then the nausea. We had to get out of the crowd and we had to do it quick. So we sat back and listened from a far. I had to say I was disappointed with myself. The next day he was feeling much better we got right up front for MGMT. They put on an amazing show. Sadly the weekend was coming to a close. We sat among hundreds waiting for our favorite band of all to start... Arcade Fire. They opened with Ready to Start from there new album. I was in awe. They really are an amazing band and can play an even more amazing show. Then my husband cries to me in pain. His kidney stone started moving again and we had to get out of the crowd, again. So we went to the back and sat under a tree. This time I was disappointed in him. I couldn't help it but neither could he. And then he told me to turn around. I was starstruck... It was Jade and Nico from Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros. My husband said don't bother them so I let them be. So we sat next to them listening to Arcade Fire finish out the festival. As Arcade Fire left the stage the security quickly started urging people to leave. We stould up at the same time Jade and Nico did so I couldn't help myself. I turned to Jade and started to tell her how beautiful her voice was and how much we loved their band dearly and several other things. I even wanted to ask her for a hug but I didn't want to freak her out. And then she says to me, "You are so sweet, can I give you a hug?" AGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! YES! She wrote the sweetest autograph ever, too. "I love Dawn, Says Jade!" Thank you kidney stone!!!!!

The date was December 6th. The year depends on where I start. I woke up that morning in the year, December 6th 2010, a mere 23 years old, and skateboarded to school - skiffing off local cars as they passed. After my band failed their audition for the high school talent show, I ducked out of school to visit the local loon Dr. Brown - we always used to hang out and talk crazy. That night he said he was going to test out one of his new experiments, and he wanted me to meet him at the local mall parking lot. I met him there, he told me to get in his car - a surprisingly stylish car for such an old guy - and he wasn't a stranger anymore so I did.

Next thing I know, where in the parking lot of the Altamont Speedway. Doc says we are here for a Grateful Dead concert, to see the boys in their prime, but all I see are leather vests. I know my rock history, so I look around and realize where we are - and I grab Doc's arm, telling him we need to get the hell out of here. Before I can get his full attention, a 23-year-old woman starts giving birth in the middle of the parking lot, and the Doc runs to help.

Opening band is the Rolling Stones, they’re getting onstage now but half of the crowd doesn’t care as this is a Dead show – but the front area towards the stage starts getting wild as the Jagger fans get into the music and clash with the security, being provided by the biker gang The Hells Angels. Bottles and punches are thrown, and violence begins to erupt. I look over and see a man pull clutching a revolver under his shirt, so I look over to one of the Hell’s Angels on guard and alert him. First I see him approach the man and grab his gun, the both of them holding it in the air as they scuffle. Then, I see the biker stab the gun-wielding man several times, and I am running the hell out of there.

I bullet through the crowd, running into Doc Brown who is cutting the umbilical chord of a newly-born half-African American, half-latino infant, and pull him away, barreling towards the car. We hop in the Delorean and try to gun it to 88, but there are too many people in the parking lot, and we’re hitting Hell’s Angels left and right. Finally we hit our desired speed and our tires are on fire – Altamont is history. And it was not cool.

I can't believe it's been more than a decade, but I went to see Robert Randolph play at Washington & Lee back in 2000. I was able to stand directly in front of him during the show. The stage was just a riser and there was no security buffer. Watching such a gifted musician up close playing his pedal steel guitar was a surreal experience.

The very first concert I went to was pretty special, Metallica's Justice for All tour. I wasn't deeply into metal but a few friends of mine were. We had general admission/floor tickets and got there super early. We were on the rail, front and center. What was equally special were all the hot chicks surrounding me waiting for the opening band: The Cult. They both put on a great show, my ears were ringing for two days and my first kiss lasted a lifetime. Cheers,

The Black keys at the House of Blues New Orleans!

Modest Mouse... Birmingham Al

My best concert experience was seeing the R.E.M. Green tour in Pittsburgh back in 1989. Unbelievable!

I am 52 and have never been to a concert in my life.... I don't like loud music or large crowds...

I am 52 and have never been to a concert in my life.... I don't like loud music or large crowds...

Van Halen 1984! I was 15 and tickets were still "general admission". My girlfriend and I were committed to getting front row seats and convinced our parents to let us miss school on Friday to stand in line. We got in line Thursday afternoon and after 2 days of sleeping out at the venue, we were let in the stadium. The next two hours were amazing. We were pressed against the baracades in the from row so much so that even lifting your feet off the ground, you didn't fall. Crushed between random sweaty people for 2 hours as the band played some of it's best songs was a once in a lifetime experience.

I'd love to take my kids to Bonaroo to experience something similar.

Van Halen 1984! I was 15 and tickets were still "general admission". My girlfriend and I were committed to getting front row seats and convinced our parents to let us miss school on Friday to stand in line. We got in line Thursday afternoon and after 2 days of sleeping out at the venue, we were let in the stadium. The next two hours were amazing. We were pressed against the baracades in the from row so much so that even lifting your feet off the ground, you didn't fall. Crushed between random sweaty people for 2 hours as the band played some of it's best songs was a once in a lifetime experience.

I'd love to take my kids to Bonaroo to experience something similar.

Van Halen 1984! I was 15 and tickets were still "general admission". My girlfriend and I were committed to getting front row seats and convinced our parents to let us miss school on Friday to stand in line. We got in line Thursday afternoon and after 2 days of sleeping out at the venue, we were let in the stadium. The next two hours were amazing. We were pressed against the baracades in the from row so much so that even lifting your feet off the ground, you didn't fall. Crushed between random sweaty people for 2 hours as the band played some of it's best songs was a once in a lifetime experience.

I'd love to take my kids to Bonaroo to experience something similar.

Van Halen 1984! I was 15 and tickets were still "general admission". My girlfriend and I were committed to getting front row seats and convinced our parents to let us miss school on Friday to stand in line. We got in line Thursday afternoon and after 2 days of sleeping out at the venue, we were let in the stadium. The next two hours were amazing. We were pressed against the baracades in the from row so much so that even lifting your feet off the ground, you didn't fall. Crushed between random sweaty people for 2 hours as the band played some of it's best songs was a once in a lifetime experience.

I'd love to take my kids to Bonaroo to experience something similar.

My obsession with concerts began early on - mainly due to my cooler, original hipster brother. (Let's not count the time I saw britney spears when I was 11) There was a 2 month span when I saw the Dismemberment Plan and Postal Service in DC. And then Ted Leo in Richmond. I was 14 and he took me along for the ride. He somehow got me in even though they were 18+ shows. Ever since, I've been hooked to live music.

Best cville concert: Decemberists in 09 at the Pavilion. Best location for the concert, intense energy and god their outfits were on point. Would love to see them again, and again.

My obsession with concerts began early on - mainly due to my cooler, original hipster brother. (Let's not count the time I saw britney spears when I was 11) There was a 2 month span when I saw the Dismemberment Plan and Postal Service in DC. And then Ted Leo in Richmond. I was 14 and he took me along for the ride. He somehow got me in even though they were 18+ shows. Ever since, I've been hooked to live music.

Best cville concert: Decemberists in 09 at the Pavilion. Best location for the concert, intense energy and god their outfits were on point. Would love to see them again, and again.

My best concert experience is also my most recent - Jazzfest 2011, second weekend, New Orleans, LA. Wandering around a fairground in the hot sun drinking beer and eating fine samplings of Louisiana cuisine (Alligator Pie, Cajun Duck po' boy, Fried Green Tomatoes), is blissful enough. Then you add the opportunity to see over 10 music acts at any given time, and you're in heaven. Saturday's highlight was Jimmy Buffett, who serenaded huge crowds of margarita-filled gen-Xers and pot-smoking baby boomers alike. Sunday brought Michael Franti & Spearhead. Possibly the best act we saw at Jazzfest, Franti's music inspired happiness and positivity. He was unselfish and humble, giving stage time to other performers, and running through the crowd (yes, through the crowd) singing and jumping. My friend gave him a pat on the back as he whizzed past. Then, I went with my best friend to see the one and only Sonny Rollins on saxophone. We wandered over to see the Neville Brothers. It was Mother's Day, so I called my mom and she stayed on the phone for 40 min taking in the tunes with me. We met up with the rest of our group at Robert Randolph & the Family Band to end the day. RR goes through introducing the band members during the fade out of "Ain't Nothin' Wrong With That" at the end of the show. He introduces the drummer, who rears back and heaves his drumstick into the crowd. It careens off of the hands of someone 5ft. ahead, and comes to a rest in my hand. I turn my head to show my best friend what I've caught, and he gazes back at me with the same disbelieving expression on his face. I look back up at the drumstick, and we are grasping it with one hand each--we grabbed it at exactly the same time. The autographed, splintered drumstick is a tangible artifact which, in years to come, will remind us of the intangible memories from that sun-soaked weekend of musical revelry.

Back in 2001 I went to a Sum41 concert in St. Louis MO with a bunch of friends from high school. It was Halloween night and the crowd was in rare form. One of these characters was a lady next to me in the pit. She took a liking to the guy in front of me, who by the way had his arms around his girlfriend. I guess this lady couldn’t control her sexual desires any longer and pushed me out of the way so she could lick this poor guy's back and grope on his body . While this was disgusting to watch I also felt horrible for this guy who was just too nice to tell her to F*** off. His defenseless face finally got to me. I told some of my girlfriends to just give me a push so I could get back behind him and ward this woman off for good. They agreed and the plan worked. It wasn’t but about 1 minute later I felt finger nails digging in my throat and then hands squeezing my throat. Again I’m in high school, about 115lbs and this woman was in her 40s and quite larger than me. I was losing the fight quickly thinking “Really? This is how it’s going to go down? At a Sum 41 concert? Why couldn’t I be watching Mick Jagger while this was happening instead?” Then all of a sudden the hands released. I turned around and there is my girlfriend on this lady’s back as they twirl in constant motion. Still waiting for the blood to circulate back to my brain I see my other friend grab this lady to a dead halt. We release my friend from her bear hug and begin to restrain crazy lady from trying to kill someone else. After what seemed like forever, security came to take crazy lady away. I don’t remember much else from the concert but it just goes to show you that buying two or three extra tickets for your friends is always a good idea. It could literally save your life.

My favorite concert experience would definitely have to be when I saw Weezer live for the first time in Atlanta. A bunch of my friends drove down from Chattanooga and met up before the show. We had floor tickets, and we somehow made our way up close to the stage before they went on. Angels and Airwaves opened for Weezer, and after they finished playing I looked on the floor at my feet and there was one of the picks that Tom Delonge had thrown out during the show! We managed to get a little closer before Weezer went on and we ended up being so close that I could see the sweat dripping from Rivers Cuomo's face! They put on an incredible show, so naturally I was pumped about seeing them again last summer at Bonnaroo. I would love to go back again this year!

Back in 2006, I attended my first Bonnaroo with two of my closest friends right after we graduated from high school. Since none of us had ever gone to a music festival before, we had no clue what we were doing. We had to take turns sitting under the trunk of my car for shade, and we ate a lot of our neighbor's leftovers. Despite these crazy events, we had the time of our lives, and have gone back every year, each time a little smarter than the last.

There are many concerts to remember...Van Morrison at Constitution Hall in DC. Smokey Robinson at Carter Barron Amphitheater and elsewhere. But two stand out...one was the Rolling Stones at RFK stadium. A person I was with wanted to visit a friend who had seats waaay up...so we set out and found our way up to the friend's seat at the top of the stadium and then, suddenly, all the lights went out. We couldn't see a thing. Then eerily, the music started for 2000 Light Years From Home, and strobe and laser-type lights begin coating the stadium in other-worldly colors and patterns....until the lights came on the band. Very weird and fun.

Then there was the Stones concert at Scott stadium in Charlottesville. I got caught in traffic on 64...it was a mess. I finally got to my reserved parking space at Wahoo Wash...but it was packed. The manager on duty found a place for me in the back. I got parked and walked and ran to the stadium. The opening act was already over. I went to enter, but was told I had to go around the stadium to another gate....I got to the gate, entered and got myself ushered to the floor, abut twenty rows from the stage. I finally got to my seat, and about sixty seconds later, the Stones came on. Aaahh, I thought. Perfect timing.

There are many concerts to remember...Van Morrison at Constitution Hall in DC. Smokey Robinson at Carter Barron Amphitheater and elsewhere. But two stand out...one was the Rolling Stones at RFK stadium. A person I was with wanted to visit a friend who had seats waaay up...so we set out and found our way up to the friend's seat at the top of the stadium and then, suddenly, all the lights went out. We couldn't see a thing. Then eerily, the music started for 2000 Light Years From Home, and strobe and laser-type lights begin coating the stadium in other-worldly colors and patterns....until the lights came on the band. Very weird and fun.

Then there was the Stones concert at Scott stadium in Charlottesville. I got caught in traffic on 64...it was a mess. I finally got to my reserved parking space at Wahoo Wash...but it was packed. The manager on duty found a place for me in the back. I got parked and walked and ran to the stadium. The opening act was already over. I went to enter, but was told I had to go around the stadium to another gate....I got to the gate, entered and got myself ushered to the floor, abut twenty rows from the stage. I finally got to my seat, and about sixty seconds later, the Stones came on. Aaahh, I thought. Perfect timing.

The Black Keys concert last September in Charlottesville. The show was postponed 5 days due to a death in the family of one of the band members. My friends and I arrived early enough to snag front row. The Whigs opened and were fabulous. I managed to get one of their set lists and had it taped in front of me on the wall for the rest of the show. The Black Keys were amazingly awesome, and being so close made the experience much more intimate. My friends caught the pieces of Patrick Carney’s drumstick. The show ended and in all the post-show frenzy my Whigs set list got swiped. As the Black Keys stage was being broken down, a man balled up one of their set lists and threw it into the crowd. I got most of my hand around it, but so did a man who was about 250-300lbs. My 120lb female self didn’t stand much of a chance, but I planted my feet and didn’t let go. He eventually gave up “because I was a girl”. My friends congratulated me and were also relived that I survived. We took pictures with the Whigs and talked to them- which made the experience personal-they’re great guys. It was a definitely a night I’ll never forget.

The dead in Atlanta Georgia!

Probably another comment here in a long list of Dead shows but I had to mention it...
This was Dylan and the Dead and in the "DEAD" of one of the summer's hottest nights: June 25th 1995.
My friend had the terrible luck of being given something he should not have and I went to this show w/ a terrible head cold and heavy fever myself.
So these were actually the last few years of general admission whereby everyone rushes to the stage to get the best placement so one could imagine by the 1rst set we were starting to roast from the sweat, humidity and ciggy smoke.
It was just by the beginning of their 1rst set that my friend says to me: "Oh no, I've blacked out, I can't see (his vision was already pretty bad sans glasses) and I'm heading down." He said so like a giant vacuum he vanishes from my view into the consuming crowd.
So I'm worried to say the least, I'm sick as a dog and my ride has just disappeared so what choice did I have but to face the band and laugh to myself at Dylan's "tough guy" leather outfit in horrid temperatures!!
By the time they got to "Ballad of a thin man" I went searching to find him, I thought all was lost and I was starting to panic for his condition and my own way home (least of all).
Before I started looking I saw him, WAY above the crowd being passed over to the section that was away from the heat and a little cooler as well. He was happy to (barely) see me holding two large cups of ice water.
Nevertheless that same night we drove back to C'ville very slowly and with one light working.....LOL.
Even if this story doesn't win I'm happy people will read it and get a laugh and a good ending as well.
BONNAROOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Sublime at the Hangout in Alabama

Mike Ness in Philadelphia ca. December 1999. It was a three-piece band, and I'll never forget when the stand-up bass player opened a longneck, held it to the frets to play a solo, then chugged the entire bottle of suds whilst continuing to play. It don't get much more rockabilly than that.

My friend and I were at a Feist concert a couple of years ago. It was general admission so we arrived early and immediately found our way to the front of the stage. Once there we waited... and waited... and waited, until her opening act came to the stage. We had never heard of him before but we were down to listen. A couple songs into his set everyone was talking and not paying attention so we decided to start clapping on the beat. All went well so we did it for the next song, but 10 seconds into that song he stops playing and calls us out for clapping and makes a snooty remark along the lines of "second take no clapping" pointing to us.

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Best concert experience was probably Bonnaroo in 2006 - never seen a larger crowd before or since. Radiohead played to thousands of fans melting after a long, humid day but Beck really stole the show when his band of puppets "played" a dinner table. And that's not even mentioning all the other great and soon-to-fabulously-famous bands on other stages....

I've met many bands, and been backstage a time or two, but my greatest concert experience didn't have any pointless banter or cheesy meet and greet photos. My best concert experience was seeing Arcade Fire in Atlanta last August. It was, pardon my cliche, a religious experience, seeing this band that has influenced myself and so many other bands I hold near and dear to my heart. From the moment they hit the stage there was this sudden energy in the crowd that didn't go away well until we were all in the parking lot. They had this power about them, from Regine's graceful "fairy"-like dancing, to Win's intimidating scowl and aggression, to Will's energetic and border-line insane drum-banging, we were in awe. I couldn't wipe the smile off of my face, not to say I'd want to, and I remember turning to my equally awe-struck friend and saying, eyes wide, "I'm in love!" It sounds goofy to say, but I meant it. They are true performers and I felt their heart going into every note of every song, and that isn't something you can fake. After the show my friend asked if I wanted to stick around and see if we could meet the band. It was the first time in my life I declined. It felt like it would be asking too much, after seeing them put so much energy and heart into that show, to ask of them another moment of their time seemed greedy. I spent the drive home reflecting over every song and by the time my head hit the pillow I was still mulling over how one show could affect me so much. It took me weeks to stop telling everyone I knew again and again just how great the show was, and I still march around telling anyone who will listen they are the greatest live band playing today. I count down the days (11) until I get to see them again, and it would be, though not necessary to enjoy something so perfect, even better with a VIP view.

Stevie Wonder and Tower of Power. Hartford. Mid 70's. In both cases their music speaks for itself.

Lollapalooza 2010 Chicago!

Lollapalooza 2010 Chicago!

I miss BuzzFest! =(

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Best festival story is hanging out George Clinton and the Parliament then hippie girls writing designs all over my body while listening to Wilko.

If any of the winners need a +1, I'm available. ;)

Does anyone happen to have 2 extra tickets to Grace Potter & the Nocturnals at the Jefferson? I'm dying to go. If you do, please email me at sale-rkm2v-2425749619@craigslist.org (no, really, do email me at that email. didn't want to post my email publicly.)

Does anyone happen to have 2 extra tickets to Grace Potter & the Nocturnals at the Jefferson? I'm dying to go. If you do, please email me at sale-rkm2v-2425749619@craigslist.org (no, really, do email me at that email. didn't want to post my email publicly.)

I hate the non-word "Bonnaroo". Brad Savage seems to need to say it as often as most humans have to inhale oxygen. I guess people like it because they can pretend it's some rough and tumble Australian word, or that it's an unbearably cute Dr. Seuss word. Either way, scrape the patchouli out of your hairy armpits and the pot-tar from under your fingernails and get back to work once it's over, hippie!