I’m not a big fan of going to music concerts. As I’ve grown older and gotten to know myself better, I’ve realized that it’s because my characteristics are neurodivergent. Loud noises and flashing lights tend to bother me.
But going to my first concert with my dad to see Hall and Oates is something I’ll never forget. This concert was held during the day, which was ideal for an eighth-grader who enjoyed music but disliked bright flashing lights.
Even though I am starting to forget more and more of my past experiences as I get older, there are still some aspects of the first concert I ever went to that I will never forget.
The enthusiastic greeting that was given to Hall and Oates when they entered the stage. (Whoa! Famous people! Right in front of us!)
The idea that the amphitheater was in our small Ohio town, just minutes from my middle school, and how exciting that felt. (Whoa! Famous people! In our small town!)
Hearing the music I’d listened to on the radio coming from the stage thousands of feet away. (Whoa! Famous people! And not on the radio!)
Smelling a strange odor all around me and later realizing that the folks next to us were smoking marijuana and had offered my father some (he politely declined).
While researching for this blog post, I came upon the setlist for this exact concert, and it gave me chills. I remember them opening with Family Man. When I saw that setlist, it was like opening a core memory.
I was just 13 years old.
When Hall and Oates visited to my small town in Ohio in 1983, my father chose me out of all the people he could accompany to the concert. That is my fondest memory of my first concert, and it is one I will cherish forever. ❤️
What was your first concert?