My first concert, not exactly the same, was nearly 50 years ago. My dad took me, on my 12th birthday (hmm, that means this poster is 61 or 62), to see the Beatles in Baltimore. 50th anniversary of that day/event (coming up next month), just by luck/fate, is a british invasion show I have a ticket to attend (b'day present to myself), gerry and the pacemakers, etc. For me that night has not been equaled, for multiple reasons, despite having been to hundreds of concerts in the intervening nearly 50 years. Of all sorts. All enjoyed too.