Here are my favorites:
Iron Butterfly/Jefferson Airplane, 1968, in Iowa City. I was 10 years old, and completely baffled at this double bill playing in my jerkwater hometown. I have completely forgotten the music (I hate both these bands today) but I’ll never forget the light show.
Uriah Heep/Johnny & Edgar Winter, Minneapolis 1976(?) Uriah Heep warmed up, I couldn’t believe someone could (or WOULD) play a classic 1950s goldtop Les Paul by bashing it with metal chains. J&E Winter were goddam amazing, I don’t think they ever toured together as a band after that.
Jeff Beck & Jan Hammer, warming up for Fleetwood Mac at the Peoria Il outdoor ampitheater, 1977. I hated Fleetwood Mac, I just went to see Beck. FM was almost 2 hours late getting to the gig and Beck played a whole extra concert worth. I was in the second row. He was pissed at having to continue for an extra set and a half, and positively worked himself into a guitar-god frenzy. And to my surprise, FM wasn’t that bad either. Maybe it was the Acapulco Gold. Or maybe it was that I was close enough to look right up Stevie Nicks’ skirt…
The Stradivari Quartet, U of Iowa, 1976. A special concert of extremely difficult works, including some of my favorite weirdo pieces by Charles Ives. It was a sight to behold, seeing the musicians torture 4 priceless Strads. I mean, literally torture the instruments. One of the Ives pieces involves torquing on the tuning pegs until the strings almost break, then the audience listens to the performer retune. The loaned Strads were recalled the next year and given to another group (gosh I wonder why?) Nothing like this will ever be heard again.
The Cramps, "New Year’s Eve of the Century ('77) The Strand (?) Chicago. I’ll never remember this night for the rest of my life. Cheap champagne flowed, and everyone was ducking the flying corks, including the band.
Magazine, “The Correct Use of Soap” tour, 1980 (81?) They were at the peak of their form. Oh man, when he sang “the light pours out of me,” they hit the smoke and a hidden spotlight, and the light DID pour out of him.
Agent Orange, LA Festival (almost on the steps of LA City Hall), must’ve been around 1987. They were throwing free skateboards with the logo “Agent Orange: It’s not just for breakfast anymore” into the mosh pit. Fights broke out over the skate decks (skates make a great weapon), it became a major riot and the LA Mounted Police came in at full gallop and started breaking heads all across LA City Plaza. The festival was halted, it was the last LA Festival. Ever.
Husker Du, LA Variety Arts Center, 1994(?) Farewell tour. Their last gig ever. It was like bathing in a sonic shower. I vibrated the whole concert long.
You guys could only WISH you had my luck at attending some great gigs. And judging from some of the bands listed in this thread, I, in return, wish some of you had halfway decent musical taste.