Have another.
In 78 Pink Floyd was touring, playing the Wall. But they did NOT tour. They were playing in 2 locations in the US, one each coast, a dozen+ shows each. You wanted to see them, you went to them, not the other way around.
My big bro R and I bought a couple of tickets on the radio station bus. It would be a 2 hour trip each way.
Prep mode: Melt a sheet of window pane in the microwave in some water. I miss windowpane! I had about 100 hits in liquid at that point, with a dropper being about 4 hits worth.
Grab the bottle of wine, eat a bit of codiene (my back was acking), grab the pot (we'd be smoking about an oz on the bus on the way up, sharing of course), and grab the whippets.
Settling in on the bus I snorted a dropperful of the LSD liquid. 4ish hits. I figured I'd be an hour into the peak as we arrived. We didn't leave for about 30 minutes, so it was kicking a bit as the bus moved. I had a continuous stream of radio station DJs wander over, asking for a dropperful. I had PLENTY to share.`
We drank the bottle of wine on the way, and had a hell of a bus ride. The crowds trying to get in were HUGE, most of them did NOT have tickets, and we had to be escorted through a police cordon into the arena. A wall of blue while tripping is NOT a happy sight, but it was protecting me from the mob, so it was OK.
The concert started, yes, the seats were great.
During Comfortably Numb, we broke out the whippets. Big bro hands me full balloon, I suck down and hand back, and then.
...
...
hmmm.
I wonder what is going on?
The singer is standing on the top of the wall, backlit with a spotlight, and it is shining in the audience, DIRECTLY at me.
It feels like my ears are stuffed with cotton, muting the sound.
My vision starts to tunnel, the singer is getting smaller, further away, fading, I can barely see him.
I'm hot.
I'm sweaty.
Wow, my heart is POUNDING. I wonder why?
hmmm.
The world goes silent.
The singer goes away.
I'm left with my thoughts.
About 60 seconds later (I can tell because my bro told me)....
I realized I wasn't breathing. It was a strictly intellectual discovery, no panic, since why should I care?
I thought about it for a bit longer, and then realized I WAS ABOUT TO FUCKING DIE!!!!!!!!!!!
That alone was not enough to get me going again.
I thought about how my brother would have to tell my dad he killed me.
Would not be a good scene.
So I decided to start breathing again.
BIG LOUD GASP.
Turn to 'R': DO NOT GIVE ME ANY MORE WHIPPETS!
Later on: Hmm. codeine, alcohol, whippets = BAD!!!!!!!
I was 14 at the time.