I was home for Christmas and going through some old high school stuff I found not one but TWO ticket stubs from Skynyrd concerts in the 70s. I thought I'd only been to one until the stubs reminded me. Ironically, I had a ticket to a show that unfortunately they were unable to make. The plane crash was the week before my third show. Like a buffoon I turned my ticket back in for a refund. What was wrong with me? Tickets were less than $10 back then!
I do have the honor of passing out in the front row while "Free Bird" blasted though!!!!! After a day of laying in the sun, working on my perfect tan... a half pint of rum in a glass of Hawiian Punch... standing for a couple of hours in a crowd of sweaty teenagers, front row, music blasting, 100 degree stadium... My 94 pound body collapsed during THE song and my understanding little boyfriend carried me through the parting crowd to fresh air. Dang it I missed the encore! Oh to be 16 again (my poor parents...) :)