I saw a bunch of Jesus concerts at church/youth group when I was younger, but I don't really count those.
Therefore my first live music event was
DJ Paul Oakenfold at Tantra nightclub in 2004. Was the very first music event I ever went to. He was the first DJ that got me into dance music (his Gatecrasher '99 set was legendary and got me hooked). One day we went to some bong store on 17th ave to buy some gear and saw the event flyer on the checkout desk. Me and my buddies figured sure, why not? Never been to a DJ show but love his music. Never been to a club either, so might as well see what it's all about.
At the time I had just started dating this super hot Colombian girl. Figured I would invite her along too so she could see how "cool" me and my friends were going to a nightclub. The night was great. Awesome music. Great light show. Beautiful girl to dance with. Couldn't have been better for my first time dancing all night.
One of my friends was the hostess in the VIP room at the time and said she saw huge mountains of coke on the tables Oakenfold and his entourage were snorting before he went on. She had to clean the table after and said it was like wiping a bunch of flour you spill on the counter. Oakenfold was hammered/coked out of his brain but still managed to mix the vinyl pretty well.
After his set was done, the closing DJ came on and that's when my night went downhill. My gf ended up dumping my ass in the middle of the dancefloor unexpectedly before it was finished (and after I had given her taxi money home!). Said her parents hated me and the car I drove (an old Mazda 323) and didn't think I was good enough for her. Looking back at it, she probably wasn't that into me anyways and I also should have demanded the taxi money back. But at the time my young brain didn't want to process fully it since I had come from such a great high of being at the show, to now the ultimate low. I was also drunk and didn't think it was real.
It got real when I got in the taxi and as my friends were all saying how awesome the night was, I piped up and said ''guys,
xxxxx broke up with me
". Suddenly everyone felt bad for me and even the taxi driver did his best Darth Vader impression and screamed out
Noooooo!!!!, which suddenly made it hilarious.
Finally hit me the next day of getting my ass dumped. But for some reason I remember the music being so good and amazing that I remember that night fondly and one of the best parties I've been to, instead of depressing.