In this First Concert Ever segment, the electro pop artist, Quinn Lewis, chats about the story of his first concert experience. You can check out the story, after the break.
I’m pretty sure my parents were the parents that brought me as a baby to concerts with either earplugs or far enough back not to be blown away by the sound. The first concert I remember though was John Mayer. Ben Folds opened up in an outdoor amphitheater in North Carolina. I remember everyone standing in front of the assigned seats and being too short to see, so I spent the whole time standing on one of the fold-out seats.
Ben started out by announcing he had some of the loudest speakers that were allowed to be used at venues that they were traveling with, and then played a few of his more risky songs. My family and I hadn’t quite opened up our swearing vocabulary together yet and I remember a girl beside us just screaming back every word. I can’t remember the song but I’m pretty sure every bad word I know was used in it.
John was incredible. The set couldn’t have been more perfect to me. We swapped roles with our Folds fan neighbor and were screaming every word. Sadly I don’t remember a lot of the musical details, but I do remember leaving and thinking, I’ll do that one day. A couple hundred youtube guitar tutorials later and I was going to be shredding on stage. We left the concert and were stuck in traffic for at least a couple hours, and we were so amazed we were just listening to more John Mayer.