They played 'Hey You,' and my buddy pointed to the sky and said, 'We're going to take off.
The person reminisced that after consuming psychedelics, they "ran up to the stage. Because of my ageist dogma, I chose Pearl Jam.ĭon't get me wrong, Eddie Vedder's middle-of-the-road grunge anthems are alright, but how did I pick Pearl Jam over Pink Floyd's cosmic psychedelia greatness? My friends who made it to the Pink Floyd show at what was then Joe Robbie Stadium (present-day Hard Rock Stadium) were only too glad to brag about what I missed out on.Īnd just when I thought the regret was over, a couple of years ago, someone told me that Pink Floyd's '94 show was the best concert they ever attended. My parents allowed me to go to one of the shows. Pink Floyd and Pearl Jam were in town the same week, both on a school night. However, my biggest concert regret happened in 1994 during high school. I'm still kicking myself for missing Eddie Van Halen's last show in South Florida in 2015. I caught Tom Petty and Steely Dan right before they headed for the great gig in the sky. Since then, I've been playing catch-up, making a reverse bucket list of seeing my favorite artists before they leave this world.
I got set straight a dozen years ago when I saw Paul McCartney, at 68 years old, play a blistering three-hour set. My rationale was rock is a young person's game, and I didn't want an older, more corrupt version of the voices singing of rebellion and hedonism ruining the CDs and cassettes worn out from repeated use. I used to have a strange hang-up about seeing classic-rock idols play live.
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