August 22, 2009
My first concert was Fleetwood Mac in 1976, probably at The Spectrum in Philadelphia, with my then-best friend Debbie, our moms (who'd been best friends since before we were born), and our stepdads. While our parents were in the stands smoking pot (not the first time for any of them), Debbie and I, eager to be rid of them anyway, were on the floor in our slinky Qiana shirts, having our 13-year-old asses touched by a pair of tall adolescent nincompoops. I remember that more than the actual show. But I do remember thinking the show was pretty groovy too.