The worst part about my best concert story is that it was a Kid Rock concert. Imagine being 16, getting right into the middle of the crowd thinking “Im totally up for this” right before he opens up with Bawitaba…

You felt the anticipation build with the intro, like the whole growd just simultaneously shotgunned a whole pot of espresso. he started screaming his name. Some big ass dude behind me leaned over and shouted “Kid, when he says “Rock” jump for your fucking life.” and grabbed a fistful of the back of my hoodie. That dude kept me on my feet the whole song, Ive never been more scared or filled with adrenalin my whole life.

He might be a right wing asshat now, but 24 years ago his show was epic.