Editor’s Note: We recently asked our readers to share memories of their favorite concert experience, aka “Best.Show.Ever.” We’ve gotten some incredible stories — and are always game to hear more (send ’em to: firstname.lastname@example.org and yours might end up in print on our site). In the meantime, here’s one great tale that came over the transom.
The very first rock concert I attended was on Aug. 12, 1966. The Beatles at the International Amphitheater, Chicago. Although I saw many other great concerts in my lifetime, none would match the sheer awe I felt that evening. The electricity in the air was incredible. When the Beatles hit the stage, I don’t think any of us were prepared for the noise level of the crowd. The band plugged in quickly, but George’s Vox Super Beatle amp was not working. Two men quickly rolled it off the edge of the stage where it hit the concrete and broke to pieces. They had a replacement amp directly behind the bad one, ready to go. As the Beatles began the show, everyone on the main floor where I was stood on top of their folding chair seats. I remember there was no PA system in the stage area. They were singing through the house PA, which was designed for cattle auctions. The vocals hit your ears a second or two before the music reached you, as in those days the amps were not mic’d. It didn’t matter. It was the most amazing musical experience I’ve ever witnessed!