You never forget your first concert.
Mine was Death Cab for Cutie in May 2007, just after the release of Narrow Stairs. I remember the moment they walked out on stage, and not quite being able to believe that it was really them. I also remember when the statuesque girl next to me turned and glared, beer in hand, when I held my tiny Motorola phone up to my ear just after the encore and yelled, "Mom?! Can you come pick us up?!"
Despite this humiliation, I proudly wore my unwashed concert t-shirt to school the next day (over a black bubble mini skirt and leggings as part of a really cool outfit that was way beyond my fifteen years).
The next summer, I was visiting my aunt and uncle in Milwaukee and found a box of free clothes sitting out on the sidewalk. Some would say "nasty"; I said "jackpot."
I picked out a little gray dress (since lost in a frantic attempt to make my own high-waisted skirt) and a t-shirt with an image of a mysterious man on the front. After years of having people ask me about it and not being able to answer, my friend and I finally the words on the back of it and discovered it's origins: a Sigur Ros concert. We had never heard of the band before, and so thought having found this t-shirt was totally random -- until it turned out that everyone else was already a fan.
(Yikes, this is so wrinkly! I didn't realize how bad it was until I uploaded the photos! Cora and I were in a bit of a hurry yesterday.)
For my friend's 18th birthday the year before last, we saw Mason Jennings at First Ave. Despite the drunk woman next to us who yelled, "Take your shirt off!" throughout the entire show, we had a great time.
For my birthday last October, I saw Sufjan Stevens at the Orpheum with a friend of mine. We were way up in the balcony, but it was still amazing! This was another time when I couldn't quite believe who I was seeing.
Which concert t-shirts do you have (or wish you had)?
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