1987 Mötley Crüe (Girls, Girls, Girls) with Guns N' Roses (Appetite for Destruction)

Lakeland Civic Center - Lakeland, FL

I'd never heard of Gn'R at that point.

TL;DR
Age 16. My first concert. One hell of a show!

The long version:

My buddy and I were going to go with his older brother. This was crucial because it was over an hour drive away, and my first concert. Without older bro, my mom never would have given me permission. So, I bought my ticket. It was General Admission. Then my buddy's brother says he's not going. I tell my buddy I'm still going - even though now I have to sneak there. He wusses out and doesn't buy a ticket because he doesn't think I'll really go.

The day of the concert arrives, I leave a message for my mom at work that I am staying at another friend's house, and I hit the road right after school. I'm there hours early, just hanging out in line. I'd only become a "true" metal head in the last few months, and I was also a fairly shy/uncertain kid. There is aa group of older (like older teens or 20-somethings) headbangers in line in front of me. Two hot rocker babes and what I presume to be their boyfriends.

Through chatting, laughing, and them sharing their spiked cans of soda, they basically end up adopting me. One of the girls has this "I love rock and roll" sticker stuck to the ass of her denim skirt, but it keeps peeling loose. One dude keeps smoothing it back down. Eventually I'm in on the smoothing it down, and in heaven. I am touching the butt of this hot chick!

Eventually the doors open, and we are let into the arena, and those of us who want to be on the floor are allowed to go sit on the floor, about 30 yards back from the railing in front of the stage. Then the announcement comes, and we charge forward as a mob. Our little group is front and center, with the three guys making a bit of a barrier to keep the crowd from crushing the ladies.

The concert starts. There's this (from my vantage point) tall, skinny dude with spandex and suspenders going over his bare nipples slither in front me. There's a hairy beast of a guy shredding on guitar to off to my side. IT. WAS. GLORIOUS.

The crush of the crowd becomes too much for the girls, and I see my first real female anatomy as they are lifted up and over the rail, and Sticker Girl's legs part right in front of my face. I am in awe over that brief glimpse. A song or two later, I hear my name being called, and girl I know from Catholic youth group is in the crowd behind me. She is also being crushed, and we help her up and over (no illicit views).

Guns N' Roses finishes their set and I head toward the concession are to get a T-Shirt and a drink. As I am walking off the floor, I hear my name called again. This time from a male voice in the seats up above me. It is my friend's brother who decided to go to the concert after all. Asshole.

I watch Mötley Crüe from the stands, and Tommy Lee's amazing rotating drum cage is something from another world. The show blows me away. This has been a night to remember. But, the show must end, and it does. As I head for the exits I run into my adopted rock and roll family again. When the girls went over the railing they ended up with an invite to go party with the bands. One of the dude snagged a pack of cigarettes that purportedly fell from Tommy's drum rig. He gives me one of the cigarettes and Mötley Crüe guitar pick. They invite to go party with them at the band's hotel.

I'm a responsible kid, so I tell them I'll grab my car and drive to where they are parked and follow them. I've never tried to leave an event with thousands of people before. It is like an hour before I can get to their side of the parking lot, and of course they are gone. Probably for the best. I'd have been in over my head.

I make the hour and half drive back to my Orlando suburb, and head for home. The lights are still on. My dad is still awake watching television. Nope. Not walking into that. I'd be dead. I head to a 24-hour diner around the corner. A girl I know from school is working, and serves me. I'm half deaf from the concert and blasting music all the way home, but we talk (maybe too loudly) about the concert.

I head back to the house. The lights are off. The coast is clear. I sneak in and go to bed. It's Thanksgiving morning and I have to work in seven hours, but I am overflowing with delight.

Three or four hours later my mother gets up early to start cooking the turkey. She wakes me up and demands to know where I was all night, because she never got the message about staying at a friend's house.

"I got back town around..." I mumble in my sleep deprived state.

"Back to town?!? Back to town?!?" she yells, "You went to that G** Damn concert, didn't you?"