1st Concert Shrinkage

Lauren over at Life of a Franco-American in the UK has a theory that our first concert—who we went with and who we saw perform—says a lot about our personality. My first concert was the Beatles at Dodger Stadium in August of 1966. I went with my best friend, Cher. I remember the concert very clearly, but I especially remember the bad sound system and how tiny they looked as they stood on a stage at second base. I wasn’t one of the screamers though. I didn’t want to marry a Beatle, I wanted to BE a Beatle. I’ll leave the psycho-analysis up to you.