DIARY OF A TEENAGE METALHEAD

My first ever gig – a euphoric moment.

y first concert was seeing my favorite band in the world at the time, Kiss. The show was at the Chicago Stadium in a suspect part of Chicago. My mom, who was a high-school teacher, bought a ticket for a student of hers to drive my friend and I to the show. This was a time where the great bands really maintained a mystique. There were only these fabulous rumours about the band spitting blood and breathing fire and guitars smoking, so my anticipation was at a fever pitch to see all this in person. The opening band was Uriah Heap, and the experience felt so much louder than ten jet plane engines surrounding my head. Our seats were behind a pole at the side of the stage but that did not diminish the