My first concert was not my first rock concert. Before I listened to rock/metal and watched Headbangers Ball, there was Madonna. She was shiny and new when she writhed her way onto the music scene in the early 80’s. She was something never before seen, always unique, and sometimes controversial. I loved her and so did plenty of girls my age. Parents were horrified, but just like parental advisory stickers on albums, that just added to her appeal.
My big brother surprised me with the greatest gift ever for my Madonna-esque wardrobe. I received a replica of the iconic jacket worn by both Madonna and Rosanna Arquette in 1985’s Desperately Seeking Susan. Do you remember this movie? Of course not. No one does. My jacket wasn’t sparkly black/gold/green, but it was black with gold and black trim and, like the original, it rocked the giant pyramid on the back. In hindsight it was hideous, but I loved it.
My brother would score another hit with his little sister when he took me to my very first concert at age 13. He was taking his then girlfriend to see Madonna and I got to tag along.
It was July 11, 1987 at Veteran’s Stadium in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. It was Madonna’s second tour, but her first world tour. It was the Who’s That Girl World Tour, referring to a box office bomb no one saw.
Veteran’s Stadium seemed gigantic to me. We had nosebleed seats, and the people on the floor looked like ants. I remember my brother pointing out the stumbling drunk people so I could have a laugh. The passage of time has eroded most of my concert memories. I’m sure I loved the show as much as my pyramid jacket. I may have bought a tour book and/or tee shirt.
One thing I do remember is the opening act. It was Level 42, a British group. The singer had a leg cast and was sitting during their set.
My infatuation with Madonna ended with her True Blue album. I discovered I preferred long-haired men in spandex singing about things dark and disturbing over a scantily-clad pop princess. Although I have been to several hard rock and heavy metal shows over the years, I still have a soft spot for my first concert with Madonna.