by Pa Rock
Reminiscer
I heard a commentator on National Public Radio today who was
talking about personal firsts that most people experience during their
lives. He rolled off two or three
(things like first love and first kiss) and then threw “first concert” onto his
list. That led me to think about the
first time I ever attended a concert.
Growing up in very rural southwest Missouri in a town so
small that the residents regarded Joplin as a metropolis, I did not experience
any concerts until I got to college. But
I had only been at Southwest Missouri State College in Springfield a few days when the first
big concert of the semester (fall, 1966) came to campus. The group was a pop band called Gary Lewis and the Playboys.
Gary Lewis, the drummer and vocalist, was (still is) the son
of comedian Jerry Lewis. The band came into
existence in 1965 and survived for a few years during the British music
“invasion,” as a homegrown American band.
Their first big single was “This Diamond Ring,” and the band went on to
score seven additional Gold Records during the few years that they were in
existence.
Seeing Gary Lewis and
the Playboys was a big deal for this young country clodhopper. They had appeared on The Ed Sullivan Show which meant that they were the real-deal rock
and roll band. I believe the price of admission was two dollars, but it might have been as much as five dollars.
(Concerts started to get outrageously high in the late 1970's and early 1980's when I was at the same school taking graduate courses. Singer Kenny Rogers came to campus and tickets for his show were an extremely pricey $15.00 each! I saved my money and skipped that one! Years later - no regrets.)
The Gary Lewis and the Playboys concert was held in a physical education facility that
seated 5,000. The building was called
simply “the Field House,” back in the day, but now it is known as McDonald
Arena. In addition to learning to square
dance and lift weights (thank you Coach Jim Mentis) in the Field House, I also
attended several other concerts there over the years. Some that come to mind are the Buckinghams,
New Orleans jazz trumpeter Al Hirt, and folksinger Glenn Yarbrough. (It was Yarbrough who introduced me to the
poetry of Rod McKuen, a poet who was very popular among college students in the
1960’s.)
The Field House, a WPA project from the 1930’s, was also
where the Southwest Missouri State Bears played basketball. As an ROTC Pershing Rifle, I often
volunteered to earn merits by ushering at those games. The building was centrally located on the
campus, and the roar from its concerts and games could be heard for blocks
around.
College was an exciting place to be in the 1960’s, and the
concerts and games were important components of that excitement. So were the parties.
1 comment:
My first concert was at the University of Massachusetts. There was only one campus back in 1965 and it was my hometown of Amherst.
The group was Peter, Paul and Mary and they blew away the crowd that had jammed into the Curry Hicks "Cage," a basketball arena that held perhaps 4,000 screaming kids.
It was a time of protest against the Vietnam War, so "If I Had a Hammer," and "Where Have All the Flowers Gone" played into the growing consensus that the war was immoral, as well as unwinnable.
The aroma of our beloved Mary Jane wafted through the arena. But we were as high on the songs as on the pot.
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