Worst Concert Experience Ever...

[toeinh20]

[Well Behaved Lady]

Bob Dylan tops my list for worst gig ever, after looking forward to see this living legend, I'd have seen more life in the local cemetery and it would have been free. He didn't engage with the audience, sang none of his well known songs, which I would always expect from any artist I go to see, even if I am going to see them for their recent music. He was a total waste of my hard earned cash.

[TinyDancer]

I went to a Prince concert and he didn't perform Little Red Corvette, talk about let down.

[Well Behaved Lady]

Bob Dylan tops my list for worst gig ever, after looking forward to see this living legend, I'd have seen more life in the local cemetery and it would have been free. He didn't engage with the audience, sang none of his well known songs, which I would always expect from any artist I go to see, even if I am going to see them for their recent music. He was a total waste of my hard earned cash.

That's Bob Dylan, in a nutshell. Every concert is just a public practice session for him. Apparently if you're a big fan of his and see him often it makes for a pretty great combined experience, and you can get lucky and see him some night he just decides to play all his biggest hits.

They should give you a bloody warning you are about to be ripped off it would be nice 

[Elizabeth]

Not a Concert, but a Horse Show (yeah, I know get over it).
Drove 6 hours to the show grounds along with about 200 other's plus horses.
Guess What?....They changed the show date, but didn't tell anybody, we were a week to early. The security team at the fair grounds was clueless, but they had to let us in so we could all turn our rigs around. Ended up driving 12 hours for not a thing.
Pissed Off, is putting it mildly.!!!

Love,
Liz
 

[coacheric]

Saw Foreigner back in the 80's, at least that's what I was told. All I remember was drinking WAY to much Jack and eating every pill that I could find. Don't remember driving to the concert (yes, I drove) or coming home. Only thing I know is I had a ticket stub to show we went.

[phtlc]

Saw Alice Cooper once (actually several times), and while he usually puts on an amazing show, it just seemed that this one night he didn't seem to be interested. He barely even put on even a fraction of his usual show, and he just generally came across as though he really didn't want to be there and just wanted to get it over with.

Granted, his music is awesome, and that alone is entertaining, but when one goes to see Alice Cooper they tend to have certain expectations as he has set the bar for himself pretty high. This show came across as a non dress rehearsal. He didn't even have his make-up on.

[joe_and_michelle]

Possibly another close encounter with Eric.....
Sept 7, 1985 - Foreigner - Pine Knob, MI   I remember the date because it was my girlfriends 21st birthday.
The Preparty with about 10 friends.   Cocaine, shrooms, Vodka, Tonic, Beer, lots of marijuana.   They tossed me out of the venue within 15 minutes of walking in.   Hadn't even made it to the top of the hill.   Took my friends keys and went to the car.   Cooler still had plenty left in it.   Popped the trunk and partied with some other people that didn't have tickets.   Last thing I remember was dancing on my friends car with a chick in cutoff shorts and a bikini top.     Woke up in Oakland County jail.   Disorderly conduct, resisting arrest, public drunkenness, damage to public property.   I was arrested while I was trying to take a nap on top of the sheriffs patrol car.   I guess I was a little pissed when the cop woke me from my nap, so I threw a punch.   When they returned my possessions bag, as my dad bailed me out, in it I found - my friends keys, my wallet, and a bikini top.   

[Katiebee]

I've got nuttin'.

Haven't gone to a single concert.

Chalk it up to my distrust of crowds.

BDSM play parties, well, that's another story.

[Elizabeth]

I've got nuttin'.

Haven't gone to a single concert.

Chalk it up to my distrust of crowds.

BDSM play parties, well, that's another story.

I can see it now!!!
Katie at a BDSM party, all tied down, when all of a sudden the party master (or dungeon master if you prefer)...."suddenly looks across the room", and then whispers to Katie..."ah, we lost the keys to the locks", "but we are trying to find them".
 

Love,
Liz

[Katiebee]

Hate to burst your bubble, but I'm not the one one who gets restrained. 

I have done that, in a scene, but the variant is that I froze the key in block of ice. They had to wait for the ice to melt.

Losing the keys to a lock is less funny than you think, though it's a great mind fuck.

[Elizabeth]

Hate to burst your bubble, but I'm not the one one who gets restrained. 

I have done that, in a scene, but the variant is that I froze the key in block of ice. They had to wait for the ice to melt.

Losing the keys to a lock is less funny than you think, though it's a great mind fuck.

Been there done that!!....true story.....Clearing Customs in NYC (Stewart Intl Airport).
My passport was in my suitcase (locked), the keys were not on me. Ten minutes later and a screw driver from the aircraft mechanic....found passport.
Result....buy new suitcase.

Love,
Liz

[Hilda]

I saw Johnny Winter playing live in London and began to feel sick and dizzy after about thirty minutes. I had to stagger outside and didn't have the strength to go back in.

I love Johnny Winter and he was in top form, but that was the first time I'd seen him live, and the ultra-high-decibel blues hit you like a series of never-ending punches to the stomach. Overpowering.

A totally different experience was lying on the grass in Hyde Park and listening to Pink Floyd playing against the backdrop of the Serpentine.

[MintJulie]

I saw Johnny Winter playing live in London and began to feel sick and dizzy after about thirty minutes. I had to stagger outside and didn't have the strength to go back in.

Oh that's terrible. Johnny Winter is one of my favorite guitar players. I would have loved to see him play live. Too bad you had a bad experience but I know where you're coming from with the high decibel pounding.

[Dudester]

The Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavilion in the Woodlands (just north of Houston) is a (mostly) outside venue. Summer temps in Houston-95 degrees with 85% humidity. The facility has no parking. You have to park in a satellite lot and either hike it in or take a shuttle. My first experience there was the absolute worst. The music was also extremely disappointing. Among the low lites was Pat Benatar. In the 80's, this woman was in 5th gear during her shows, but on this particular night, she was in 2nd gear and on cruise control. Fleetwood Mac was supposed to be the headliner, but that night FM was Mick and 5 fill ins (no Stevie, Lindsay or the McVies). I tried to leave early but was told that the shuttle buses didn't start running again until 9:30 and I didn't fancy a 5 mile walk in the heat/humidity. I learned to pay the extra 25.00 to get under the awning next to the stage and to park in employee parking (they don't check).

[Hilda]

Fleetwood Mac was supposed to be the headliner, but that night FM was Mick and 5 fill ins (no Stevie, Lindsay or the McVies). I tried to leave early but was told that the shuttle buses didn't start running again until 9:30

I can relate to your post in so many ways. Bands showing up with only one or two original members. Having to sleep out in the open until the the first trains begin rolling. Paying good money to see artists too tired, too bored, or too stoned to give even a lackluster performance.

I remember going to a concert with a bunch of friends, and one of them falling asleep. His wife joked, "You know you're getting old when you start falling asleep at rock concerts." It occurred to me, though, that her husband might have seen any number of great concerts, and wasn't impressed by that evening's performance. That I can relate to.

[Dirtymind]

1997.Just out of high school we went to a rock concert. All a bit tipsy, one friend got separated from us. He stumbles around into someone who then proceeds to punch him in the head. Repeatedly.

Some time later, he accidentally finds us. Very drunk,  slightly concussed, and his white tshirt a bright red, we then had to carry his drunk ass home 5km. Every couple of minutes we would hear a "I don't feel good" at which point we would drop him immediately, wait for the sickness to stop, and the carry him further.

Ah, the joys of youth. And cheap schnapps.

[MintJulie]

1997.Just out of high school we went to a rock concert. All a bit tipsy, one friend

1996. Ozzy Osbourne at Pine Knob Music Theatre
Imagine me and a friend walking another friend out of the concert, her hanging her arms over both of our shoulders, her hair filled with her own vomit.
Suicide Solution was playing while we were picking her up off the bathroom floor.

Many a times the drunk friend ruined a night out, including me.  But those are some of the times we look back at and laugh the hardest at.

[Army of One]

For some reason, I've ended up working during the same concerts I attend. (Reinforced by the fact that, of the two I wasn't working for, The Dissociatives one got cancelled because Daniel Johns got a sore throat, and I was too late to get into the One Night Stand.)

As such, my concert horror stories put me in the antagonist's position.

The first was the Tamworth Country Music 2004, at a bar. Warm weather and a fridge door left open had made the alcohol warm, and I copped the brunt of the blame for it, despite me not being the cause. It wasn't helped by me not really doing anything to rectify it, so yeah, things went to hell, and I ended up losing my job because of it. It was my first one, too, so yeah, great start to my working life!

The second was a "prequel concert" to the aforementioned One Night Stand, called First Kiss. I was on the organising committee for the concert, and was assigned to the door on the night. We had security there, but at one point they had to do a circuit of the concert grounds (an old gaol), leaving me at the door. Now, I have no security training whatsoever, so procedure for bag checks...yeah, I was a bit too intrusive. In my head, I was, "Can't let drugs through," but that very much came out in what I did, as I was searching for it, when proper procedure was just a cursory glance.

[Hilda]

Peter Green's Fleetwood Mac on Hampstead Heath, London.Some morons began throwing beer bottles at the band and the concert was abandoned.