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One of my favorite concert memories... 

1982 or 83, not sure, but the Stones came through St. Louis and played at the Arena (RIP, old barn!). 

A friend got us tickets on the floor, but way in the back. EVERYONE was standing on their chairs. 
Despite this mass rulebreaking, security was very tight. 

We couldn't hear a damn thing coherently. 

Even the Stones, as recently as that year, did not have the sound systems or computers to run them perfectly; 
sound quality never seemed to be as good as it is today, in certain parts of a room as large as that. 
Of course, the sound is ALWAYS perfect in the vicinity of the SOUND MAN...anyway:

There were two extensive wings that protruded out into the audience from the stage. 
Mick stayed on the stage, singing and dancing. At one point (which I missed, way in the back) 
he came out on to the wing on the left side and picked up a cheap metal bucket. 

The fans ten feet below just went wild, he was so close yet so far. He held the bucket as if threatening 
to toss its contents into the crowd. He gestured towards them, once, twice, and then he shoved it into 
the air above them. EVERYBODY drew back in surprise.

It was confetti. 
It glittered and shone as it drifted down, and everyone beneath it first gasped, then laughed in silly relief.

Meanwhile, I saw a chance to make a break for the stage area. I'd had enough of not being able to listen to 
the concert I'd spent $18 to see AND hear. I rushed the stage, and made my way to the end of the RIGHT side wing.

Pretty soon Mick made his way down to the end of the wing. 
Just like the last time, he picked up a cheap metal bucket waiting for him there. Again, he threatened to toss it 
on to the crowd at the end of the wing, which now included me. I had no idea what he was doing, and was more 
or less trapped by the rush of bodies trying to get close to the Mickness in an animal fury. 

Finally, he threw the contents of the bucket, but this time it was WATER. 
Most of that water HIT ME, in my best black dress jacket. 
It was cold, and, actually, it felt pretty good! 
I laughed my ass off and enjoyed the rest of the show from the very front.

When I regale folks, especially younger folks, with this story, 
I always gleefully claim that I was baptized by the DEVIL, baby!

ha ha

More concert stories later, like the FIRST time I saw the Stones in (?) '70 or 71, when I was a tender young 13 years old. 
All I remember from that concert was how bad the music sounded in Kiel Auditorium, and how the first row lost their minds 
when Mick jumped off the stage and ran in front of them, trailing a long maroon scarf. I thought for sure somebody would 
grab the end of that scarf, and he'd get hung for his daring. I was wrong, of course; it was pretty hard to grab Mick Jagger 
when he was shakin' all over, in concert. 
 Augustino/Daddy-O
 

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