Oh man, don’t get me started, like others I’ve been to hundreds and hundreds of concerts in my life, from the very biggest names (3x Stones, 2x Dylan, 2x Neil Young, 2x Van Morrison, 2x ZZ Top, Pink Floyd and so on) to local bands in tiny pubs and bars nobody out of my home region has ever heard of .
I have shared some of my best concert anecdotes here over the years and don’t want to repost them (and I’m too lazy to search and link to them), but the one concert I’m most glad to have seen was Townes Van Zandt in Lüdenscheid, Germany in 1993 or 94, shortly before his untimely and useless death.
Back then, I only knew him as a legendary, almost mythical figure from some articles in music magazines. I had never heard any of his music or knew how he looked. When I heard that he played in Lüdenscheid of all places, a 70,000 town only 50 km from my home, I instantly got tickets for my girlfriend and me.
Until very shortly before the concert, I had assumed that it would be at the Schillerbad, a great concert venue where I had seen some great shows, just to notice to my shock that instead the venue was a communal center of the local Lutheran church. I thought “Oh shit, they won’t even have beer there, and it will be seated”. I hated seated concerts without beer.
When we arrived near the place and were hunting for a parking space, we saw a haggard, long-haired middle-aged guy with a Native-American styled shirt and jeans walking all alone towards the venue, and I immediately said to my girlfriend “That must be him”. He sure was, and I looked and dressed very similar at that time, only I even had longer hair and was only 25.
The place where he played turned out to be a small room on the second floor, and of course it was seated, but to my relief they sold beer. The audience was not much more than 100 people, half of them guys like me, rockers and music aficionados, and the other half middle-aged school teacher types who wanted to check out real authentic American folk music. And authentic folk music we got! The concert was wonderful, and the contrast between the setting, audience and Townes’ persona was striking. At one point he said “Thanks, you’re a very kind audience. The usual places I play have nets in front of the stage to fence off the beer bottles”. I had only ever seen something like that in the Blues Brothers movie.
The high point for me was when he played the Stones’ “Dead Flowers” from “Sticky Fingers” and announced that this was his favorite album. I was thrilled because it was (and still is) my favorite album, too.
Too make a long story short, this Townes Van Zandt concert is my dearest memory of all the hundreds I’ve been to, and I’m glad to have those memories. Sadly, two or three years later he was gone.