My first show was Zoo TV. The local video store was going to sell the tickets. Because of the demand, they were giving away wrist bands with random numbers the week of the sale--but they were plastic, and fastened to you, one per customer. Me and a buddy each got a wrist band. But, in addition, my mom was sneaky, and somehow managed to get 2 more, unfastened. She literally took them when the clerk wasn't looking! Very devious, giving us 4 chances instead of 2. So my buddy and I show up the morning of the sale, and there's a growing crowd of people. The clerk draws a number at random, and that dictates the start of the line. I realize that one of the ones my mom snagged, which were in my pocket, was the closest one I had to the front of the line. I quickly ran to my car, cut off the one I was wearing, and put on the best one, praying nobody would notice. They didn't. Didn't get too close, but we were 100 level, behind and left of the FOH booth.
For Outside Broadcast, a buddy and I planned to get in line super early. I crashed at his place the night before. Morning of, we woke and realized we'd overslept--it was nearly time. We raced to the same video place, and found no line at all. Guess it was because we were buying for Pittsburgh, in NE Ohio. We get first place in line. The next guy shows up, and said he'd stopped several times already that morning, but left when he saw no line. Too bad for him--we got second row tickets, but didn't know it for sure at the time, because they didn't have a map of the venue. When we got to the concert, we just kept getting waved closer and close to the stage until we discovered how good the seats were.
Those were good days.
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