Thanks to the blocking of Cosmic Charlie, I saw this one from the front row.

This was months before my first show (again, in Syracuse, but at the Carrier Dome). My old friend Rufo got a job doing maintenance at the show (we were SU students) and myself and another pal hung around outside, trying to spot him so that he could let us in. Well, he couldn't, but he handed us a shirt that he found with a pocket full of blotter. We could hear the music at times. A year later (after I was completely hooked) nothing would have kept me out of that show.