The year was 1979, we were Juniors in high school. My friend Chris called me at around 5:30 and said he'd won tickets to see Foreigner tonight but he had no way to get there. If I could drive, the other ticket was mine. Pine Knob Music Theater (R.I.P.) was an indoor-outdoor venue, with pavillion and lawn seating, and it was two hours away. Fifteen minutes later, with a full tank of gas, we were on the highway.
The local radio station had three pairs of tickets, and he'd won the last pair. When he got to the radio station to pick them up, however, he was the first one, so they gave him his choice. They were under the pavillion all together and maybe halfway back, but right in the middle. He picked the two in the middle. That was at 2:00 in the afternoon, and he'd been calling people all day trying to find a ride. I'd come home at 5:30 for dinner, but obviously this took priority. My sister didn't need the car, my mom said it was okay. Yeah, baby!
Traffic was insane as we got off the exit and neared the venue. 7:30 came and went as we sat in an endless line of cars. 8:00, we were inside the big gates, but parking was nuts. The marquee outside had said "FOREIGNER WITH SPECIAL GUESTS HERMAN BROOD AND HIS WILD ROMANEC" (sic). I'd actually heard of them, heard they sucked. They were just leaving the stage as we walked in. Perfect timing.
We found our seats while a lot of people were either still arriving or taking a break as Herman Brood and His Wild Romance had just finished. Chris was on my left, two other dudes about our age, maybe a little older, were on my right. They looked like stoners, and I briefly wondered whether they'd share. Pavillion seating, 70's, oh yeah. I introduced myself and we chatted a little bit.
I heard Chris saying "Hi! How's it going?" to the people on the other side of him as they were sitting down. A couple, late 20's maybe, the girl was kinda cute though, and... Holy Shit! The "girl" was our junior high band director (who was kinda cute).
Tthe lights went down, Foreigner came out, and you could see lighters flickering all over the place, including immediately to my right. Something smelled good. They passed it over (cool!) I gestured, silently asking whether I could pass it over to Chris, and the one guy nodded, but Chris waved me off emphatically, since he was sitting next to our old band director. Right, like she cared. I sure as hell didn't. So fine, I passed it back, and eventually the three of us got pretty baked.
When "Starrider" started, you could practically hear half the audience going "Oh yeah, this song!". When the flute solo came and on the big screen behind them we were flying off into the stars, I was flying too.
Great concert, Foreigner totally rocked. Man, I miss the 70's.