When I was driving a few days ago, a Lauryn Hill song came on the radio that I hadn’t heard in probably a decade. And somehow I was able to sing (bellow? howl?) along and still knew every.single.word. Her concert was the first I went to on my own (my very first one was to see Peter Paul and Mary with my parents). It was before any of my friends drove, so a group of us went into the city together, ushered by one girl’s dad. I felt fiercely independent and remember how crazy it was to hear songs that I loved performed live. I still get that excited jittery feeling in the pit of my stomach anytime before a show, but I don’t think it will ever be quite as thrilling as that first time.
I’d love to know – what was your first concert?
