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Foo Fighters.
My younger brother was actually the one begging to be allowed to go, and my mother told me she'd buy my ticket for me if I would go with him. Don't know what good she really thought I'd do, since as she should have suspected we separated immediately inside the doors and only met up again at the end. Actually, we did cross paths once--when he kicked me in the head while crowdsurfing.
Fun concert though.
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