And I do, god, how I do love playing live, it’s the most primal form of energy release you can share with other people besides having sex or taking drugs. So if you see a...

Eddie Money and Johnny Cash should have collaborated. I’d have paid good last name to see them in concert.

As Steve draws me closer to the band, all I can see is a frenzied mass of seething, writhing people, like a many-headed sea snake, grinding, waving their arms, stamping their feet, jumping. No rules,...

A concert is always like a feast day to me.

And it may be that a crowd at a particular moment of history creates the object to justify its gathering, as it did at the first Human Be-In and Monterey Pop and Woodstock. Or it...

The first concert I ever saw was Roy Orbison.

The live concert industry has become corporate-ized.

I needed to take her to a concert, or maybe invite her out to go stencil street art in the middle of the night. Except I hadn’t done that since middle school. And I’m not...

It was a crypt where music played to masses of the dead, and McJagger was their desolate pharaoh, a walking mummified king. I remembered it well.

The rocky terrain wasn’t the reason we were on uneven footing. She had no feet, and I was in love. We made love like Nickelback makes music—and I enjoyed it, but I wish the fans...

I have the right to remain violente. Everything I say can and will be used against you.

He recovered quickly, reaching out to touch a few outstretched hands, melting the front row of girls like one long stick of butter as he moved closer toward me.

You know, a lot of people are loath to go to an orchestral concert because they are intimidated by the thought.

Our eyes met and locked as the song came to a halt, followed by a screaming conclusion from the crowd, girls around us pressing me into the stage, forcing all the air out of my...

A punk concert isn’t fun without a pit.

I wanted to be a concert pianist at Carnegie Hall; that is what I wanted to do from really early on.

Sometimes I wish Jim Morrison were still alive, because I’d love to see a concert in which “The Doors” opened up for “The Cars.

Brian came in heavy at that moment on his guitar, the rapid, high-pitched squeal ranging back and forth as his fingers flew along the frets. As the intro’s tempo grew more rapid, Bekka heard Derek’s...

It’s not a concert you are seeing, it’s a fashion show.