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First concert I ever went to was Iron Maiden, Rob Halford and Queensryche.
I was 16 at the time and my friend just got his license so we all felt like tough guys.
The guy and gal in front of us were very intimate during much of music, holding each other really close…yada yada.
but when Maiden came on and played Blood Brothers, they each put their hands into the others pants and went at it.
My friends and I were in shock…and the guy threw his head back when the guitar solo came…and the girl screamed out loud and winced in pain…or what would have been out loud if there weren’t 2000 speakers in the place.
Then they each removed their hands at the end of the song and wiped them clean on their pant legs.
My friends and I can never listen to that song again, and whenever we have a cd with it on it, we skip over it and there is an awkward silence that falls.