Last week, I took my son to see Kid Rock’s $20 Best Night Ever Tour (Hard Rock Daddy Review). I’ve been taking him to concerts since he was 7-yrs old, so he’s a fairly experienced concert goer at this point. My first “real” concert experience took place in 1982; that’s a story for another day. However, my first live music experience took place in 1981, shortly after MTV hit the airwaves. One of the songs that was getting a lot of airplay at the time was Molly Hatchet’s “Flirtin’ With Disaster.”
Even though I only knew one song by Molly Hatchet, I considered myself a fan of the band. I was very excited when my family and I arrived at Six Flags Great Adventure (Jackson, NJ), and saw that Molly Hatchet was playing a concert later in the day. Since there was no additional cost beyond the price of admission to the park, my parents agreed to take me after a bit of arm twisting and convincing them that I actually liked the band.
My excitement at the prospect of seeing my first “concert,” was met with a skeptical reaction from my father who said…“you don’t even know who she is!” When I got done laughing at my father’s naiveté, I explained that Molly Hatchet was a band, not some random woman. In hindsight, I’m sure that my parents would have been happier if Molly Hatchet was actually a woman, because our family of five was certainly out of our element amidst the rowdy fans proudly waving their confederate flags. We sat as far away from the action as possible, but after a few songs, my parents had seen and heard enough.
I wouldn’t say that my first concert experience was a total disaster, but at the very least, we were “flirtin’ with disaster.”