My Dad took me to my first concert when I was 12 to see The Oak Ridge Boys. We sat within the first 5 rows, on the side, immediate stage right, directly in front of a wall of speakers. Quite possibly a contributing factor to the loss of hearing he and I share today. My ears still rang most of the next day and I was officially hooked on live concerts forever!
Sorry, no stub for this one, but here is a nice pic of the group. So glad I don’t still like country music…
