Might As Well Jump

My friend Elsa and I saw Van Halen perform during their 1984 tour. Her Mom went with us. And unlike Jenny's stepdad, who dropped us off for Sting, Elsa's Mom had a ticket too. We had awesome seats in the front row of an upper level on one side of the stage. As with a lot of things in the summer of '84, we were very giddy about this show. I remember agonizing over what to wear and I know what I came up with was pretty awful!

Van Halen put on a great show and Elsa and I decided to get up and dance, while her Mom sat quietly by. Well, the old stoners behind us didn't like that and decided to throw beer and nachos at us. We danced anyway. How can you just sit there at a concert like that? When you're 13?!?!

When I got home that night, I wrote out several pages describing nearly every moment of the first concert I'd been to since seing Shaun Cassidy in 1977. I have no idea what happened to my account, but really regret not holding on to it. I documented every off-color joke that David Lee Roth told and at what point in the show he sported his assless pants. Of course now that I'm probably older than the food throwing potheads were at the time, I have very little recollection of any of the details.


Kristin said...

You went to see Shaun Cassidy? Did you have a pair of these?

SJ said...

I can't imagine old stoners at a Van Halen gig!

Brenda Griffith said...

*sigh* you had the BEST teenagehood!

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