The first gig I remember going to was Paul McCartney. It was early 1993 at Western Springs Stadium as part of The New World Tour.
I was in the fifth form, had a little jam band with my mates and was really into the Beatles, particularly the really early stuff when they wore the suits and cuban heels. People go on about their later albums like Sgt Pepper's for good reason, but the song I wanted to hear most was I Saw Her Standing There. That was my favourite, and probably one of the simplest and least sophisticated songs they wrote.
I went with my mum and her good friend, Morehu, who, out of the blue, bought me the ticket as a gift. I would have been wearing some baggy oversized jeans, either mustard or burgundy coloured, had half a pot of gel in my hair, and proudly sported some average growth on my top lip.
Now what do I remember about being there? I remember sitting on the embankment eating hot chips and a hot-dog and taking it all in from a safe distance. As you would expect it was definitely an older crowd. Then there was the production, lights, fireworks and a big screen.