Okay, I am totally showing my old age here, but the best concert I ever went to was The Grateful Dead in August 1979. My friend and I hitched out to Red Rocks, Colorado, and saw the Dead at the outdoor amphitheater carved into stone. Talk about stone . . . well, never mind. Anyway, I saw all these people I knew there who I never expected to see, we had front bench as we were there like a week early and camped out. I levitated, I swear. Jerry was in best form then. Twas wicked.
Other good shows:
Hot Tuna in ’77;
Simon and Garfunkel in Central Park, what was it, 1980? with about a zillion people I knew;
Ramones at CBGBs, which was really just a show not a concert, but one for the annals;
Patti Smith at CBGBs, another kickin show; and
Miles Davis on the West Side piers in NYC, must’ve been about ’83, and
Doc Cheatham’s 80th Birthday at Sweet Basil in about 87, when every jazz musician in NY showed up unannounced and jammed all day and night at what was supposed to be a two hour show;
Joe Jackson at the Peppermint Lounge about ’82,
Johnny Cash in some joint on Long Island, and
every year I invite a gang up to go to a great bluegrass festival on a farm near my house where I’ve seen Doc Watson, Jorma, Ralph Stanley, Dave Grisman, and the late great Bill Monroe.
I generally hate big arena concerts. I much prefer outdoor shows and nightclubs. I've seen great people in big arenas, but it takes something away.
My sis and I had a business in high school making silk-screened T-shirts of performers and selling them outside Madison Square Garden before the shows. Best one ever was the Saturate Before Using shirt for Jackson Browne. My sister is an awesome artist and did the mylar screens herself.