@tonykay:
Speaking of concert going experiences: In the late-90’s I became acquainted with singer/songwriter Billy Swan (ah jeez, here he goes again 
), and became envious when he told me he saw Elvis, Scotty (Moore), & Bill (Black) perform on the back of a flatbed truck in Tennessee in 1955. Our opportunities are determined by where we were born and grew up, and our age.
My first concert was The Beach Boys at The San Jose Civic Auditorium in the Summer of 1964. Their latest album was All Summer Long, which I listened to all that Summer as my girlfriend and I made out on the couch in the family room of her dads house in Cupertino. My sisters and I had tickets to see The Beatles at The Cow Palace in S. San Francisco that Summer, but I wasn’t sold on them (!), so my mom went in my place (she liked Elvis and Johnny Cash). I did see them the following year at the same venue, and believe it not was underwhelmed. They were not a very good live band, honest.
In between those two Beatles shows, the explosion of Garage Bands in the U.S.A. in the wake of the British Invasion was nowhere greater than in the San Jose area (Pop music historian Greg Shaw---whose collection of Garage Band 45’s numbered over 100,000 titles!---declared San Jose to be Ground Zero in terms of U.S.A. Garage Bands).
In 1965, ’66, and ’67, I saw hundreds of local bands, both well known and obscure. The Syndicate of Sound, The Chocolate Watchband, Stained Glass, Count Five, and People all had albums released, a couple of which charted nationally. The Fritz Rabyne Memorial Band was not one that did, but I saw them live one time (they had shortened their name to just Fritz). The Groups female singer and male guitarist later joined Fleetwood Mac. 
In the Summer of 1967 I was in the Panhandle of Golden Gate Park in San Francisco (I was a runaway, fleeing an abusive stepmother), and performing that day on the back of a flatbed truck were The Grateful Dead, The Jefferson Airplane, and Country Joe & The Fish. Free food care of The Diggers.
In the Fall of ’67 my buddies and I (my Dad had found me in SF, brought me home, and removed my sisters and I from the nightmare house) started driving up to the city to see shows at The Fillmore, The Avalon Ballroom, and Winterland. Cream, The Jimi Hendrix Experience, The Jeff Beck Group, The Who (wow!) The Kinks (fantastic!), Procol Harum, Albert King (he made his white imitators sound like p*ssies), dozens of others.
All the above paled when I saw The Band at The Berkeley Community Theater, performing their brown album. The Band (and a few others) ushered in the new era, as different from what had been hip as The British Invasion was from the era preceding it. As Sprinsteen put it (in reaction to his first hearing of Music From Big Pink): "All of a sudden, everything had changed."
