The first concert I ever went to alone was Slaughter (and some other bands) outside Kingsport, Tenn., literally on the side of a mountain on some old (or possibly current?) KKK meeting grounds. I’m not making any of this up.
Jennifer, if you haven’t noticed, I always follow in your footsteps (Mendon, WIU, journalism, live music). Sometimes it just takes me a long time to get there!
Ha! Well feel free to use that whole thing as a cautionary tale. They were not thrilled that I had used my fake pass to get in, but thankfully didn’t make a big deal about it when I hung out right on the edge of the stage the whole night because I was sufficiently freaked out. I took the manager to dinner to make it up to them (shoutout to the Kingsport Fazzoli’s) and that’s where, comparing notes, I found out it was a former … meeting grounds. It was some kind of festival with several bands, I’m sure they didn’t seek it out!
The first concert I ever went to alone was Slaughter (and some other bands) outside Kingsport, Tenn., literally on the side of a mountain on some old (or possibly current?) KKK meeting grounds. I’m not making any of this up.
Jennifer, if you haven’t noticed, I always follow in your footsteps (Mendon, WIU, journalism, live music). Sometimes it just takes me a long time to get there!
Ha! Well feel free to use that whole thing as a cautionary tale. They were not thrilled that I had used my fake pass to get in, but thankfully didn’t make a big deal about it when I hung out right on the edge of the stage the whole night because I was sufficiently freaked out. I took the manager to dinner to make it up to them (shoutout to the Kingsport Fazzoli’s) and that’s where, comparing notes, I found out it was a former … meeting grounds. It was some kind of festival with several bands, I’m sure they didn’t seek it out!