In 1986, at my first Van Halen concert, I was twelve. And it was a pretty dumb move. Someone should’ve stopped me. I wore this form fitting purple dress, it was indeed made for a twelve year old, so it suited me. That is, until, I put on a pair of gray ankle socks with two little pink stripes, and then on top of that I put on a pair of ridiculous blue heels that were given to me to play in. All of this was complemented by the fat white belt that came with the dress. I’m pretty sure it was too much, even for the eighties. In fact, I think the eighties had a meeting, and almost kicked me out.
I remember standing in line for the show with all the other normally dressed eighties people and thinking “what have I done?” Apparently a concert shirt and a pair of ripped jeans would’ve been just fine for the occasion. But noooo, I had to bring ZZ TOP to the party. I also remember a sweaty guy in line with a cut off shirt and chunks of deodorant on it, but hey, I was certainly in no position to judge. At the end of the day, my bright white Casper, toothpick “LEGS” had a good time, so I guess I’d do it all over again.
Enjoy Barrelassers 🙂