2002-09-17 | KILL COMMUNICATION

My first concert of all time was supposed to be RUN DMC & BEASTIE BOYS in 1986, when I was approximately 11 years old.

I was all ready to go.

I used to come to school with my Raising Hell and License to Ill albums, because I was so proud of them.

One day out of the blue, about 3 weeks before 6th grade would be over, my good friend Daniel Burns, told me that he and his brother were going to the concert, and that he had an extra ticket for me, if i wanted it.

I was so fucking excited! For weeks I was walking around on cloud nine. I was so happy. This concert would be one of the early defining points in my life. The time when I would become a man, and start my musical revolution. I was already a fan of their music, but I was still a fan of crappy music, too, and seeing these two legends live may have changed my taste earlier, rather then waiting until my junior year of high school to blossom.

The plan was that since the concert was during summer break, and we wouldn't be seeing each other for a while, Daniel and his brother would call me and pick me up on the day of the concert.

So on the last day of school, I gave Daniel my phone number, and also my beloved California Hotel & Casino shiny jacket, which my dad gave me after he came back from a visit to Las Vegas.

On the day of the concert I was bouncing off the walls. I was floating around the house. I felt so great. I had wonderful butterflies. The kind you get when you first fall in love with somebody. I don't remember what I was wearing. I think that I thought that I had dressed up real nice, but I was probably wearing something pretty lame, because I had no fashion sense back then. Some would say I still don't, but anyway, I was dressed up, in my mind, at least, and I even showered for the occasion! And I tried to make my hair all cool. I'm sure it wasn't.

So I waited for Daniel to call, and I waited, and I waited, and I waited, and when he finally called, I woke up, because it was probably in a dream, because Daniel never called me up. And I never went to the concert. And I never got my beloved shiny jacket back. That was one of the worst summers of my life. It's amazing that I got over it pretty fast. When you're a kid you're pretty indestructable. But thinking back now, I can't believe I missed that concert. I think I feel worse about missing Nirvana at Pinks Garage in 1993(?) and Sublime at Nimitz Hall in 1995(?), but I'll never forgive Daniel for that. I won't be placed in that position where I'll have to forgive him or beat him with a large salami. I haven't seen him since 6th grade concluded.

I'd like to think he had a sad life after that, and that he never had a girlfriend, and stuff like that. Oh wait, that sounds more like me. I've still never seen the Beastie Boys live.

That would suck if I tried to track down Daniel, and I found out that he got pulled out of the crowd that night, and ended up working for the Beastie Boys. Or maybe he moved to Hollis and became a bodyguard for RUN DMC. He had a bodyguard type of build, even though he was only twelve.

My first concert ended up being Pearl Jam on the tour that was supporting the album Ten. I think it was 1992. It was a pretty memorable concert. Eddie Vedder jumped into the crowd from like 30 feet up. He said it was the best concert ever and that he'd be back in Hawaii soon.

He lied.

Just like Daniel.

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