Another Friday night, I believe it was late April 1988. They were back. Waited a couple of hours at the box office stationed at the Melody Tent while someone parked real close and blasted bootleg live recordings of their older concerts (I distinctly remember quite a rendition of Dogs). Seeing it again with my brother, this concert was at the old Foxborough Stadium. It didn't just rain, it f#<k!ng poured. Coould've got high just breathing the air that night. Was already on the way, trying a certain herb for the very first time. A middle aged couple were seated next to us, along with their teenaged kids. Thought dad was looking at us a little disapprovingly until, after the lights went down and Shine On You Crazy Diamond had started, he pulled out a little pipe and dad-mom-son-daughter kept that thing well packed and passing back-and-forth. That was the night the pig got stuck and sat there forlornly deflating throughout a rendition of Wish You Were Here sung so loud by the audience it drowned-out Gilmour's voice. Unfortunately, it was also the night before I was scheduled to take the SATs. That made for a long Saturday.
I think it was June 1994 and they were back at Foxborough. Was seeing it with one of my fraternity brothers this time. Again it didn't just rain, it f#<k!ng poured! The same thing had happened when I saw The Who a couple summers previous...
Rain or shine, The Floyd* will always be my number one, my most memorable concert experiences.
*Quick note, which might start an online war in some circles: I am most-definitely a David Gilmour, over Roger Waters, fan by a long shot.
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