in 1981, I was a young troop in the US Army, stationed at Ft. Sill, Oklahoma. A group of guys and me, the lone female, decided to get tickets to see what was then billed as The Rolling Stones "farewell tour."
Evidently, it would become the first of many until, well, they just don't bother to use that term anymore and besides, Keef is immortal.
Anyway, if I recall correctly, there was about 10 of us and we shared a cheap Motel 6 room, one of us actually checking in and the rest of us sneaking in. Gallant friends, they let me have one of the beds and there was no hanky panky. The other bed held two and the rest crashed with their government-issued sleeping bags.
I was shooting at the time with a Canon AE-1 and the cheapest 300mm lens I could afford. These are scanned from slide film because, well, it was cheaper than regular film to have developed. I was on somebody's shoulders to take these - could have been Chuck Krin, could have been George Shirey - but they remain an amateur look back at the past.
The Fabulous Thunderbirds and ZZ Top opened for them.