The first concert of my choosing was the Cult opening for Metallica on the Damaged Justice tour. It was January of '89 in Knoxville, TN, and the tickets were a Christmas present from my dad. I could practically smell his swollen pride as he walked into the venue with his twelve-year-old daughter, who couldn't have been more excited for that show. I'd probably be swimming in cash right now if it weren't for the addiction to live music that first one caused.
Nolite te bastardes carborundorum.