I was fortunate enough to attend The Beatles in concert, at City Park Stadium in New Orleans, Louisiana in September of 1964.
I was just a kid at the time - 8 years old. The concert was on a school night -a Wednesday, if I remember correctly - so My Mom actually pulled me and my older sister out of school for the entire day so we could be at the stadium when they first opened it up at 1 pm. Most parents hated those long haired musicians with their wild, unruly music. But my mom loved The Beatles, enough that she paid The (at that time outrageously high) sum of $6 per ticket for us to be able to attend that historic concert.
The show didn't start till 8 pm, but there were huge crowds rushing into the stadium when security guards opened the place up at 1pm. People were already yelling and acting crazy, and (as I was only 8) I was so much smaller than most of the rest of the folks there. There was a stampede to get into the place. Stupid teenagers pushing and yelling. I really feared I would be crushed to death when the large mob of mostly hysterical teenagers rushed through the stadium gates.
But I survived that and my family made our way to our assigned seats to await the beginning of the concert.
I felt sorry for the opening act. It was Jackie deShannon, herself an A-list soft rock musician. She probably have a great performance, but you couldn't hear her for all the yelling.
Even when The Beatles themselves finally took the stage, the yelling continued.
I was only 8 years old, but even I realized how stupid all that yelling was. I mean, you pay $6 a ticket (about the equivalent of 100 bux a ticket today) and then wait long hours on wooden stadium benches that did not even have a back on them and you do this for what reason - so you could yell your fool head off instead of listen to the musicians that you paid so much to hear perform?
I strained to hear the music, but it was not until about the third song they performed, before I could finally hear them play over all that yelling. The first song I was finally able to hear was Things We Said Today, off of their album entitled Something New. That song is still special to me, even today.
Before the concert was over, a large group of teenagers - females mostly - broke through the police barriers and ran out into the field. New Orleans police had a difficult time rounding all those unruly girls up and protecting John, Paul, George and Ringo through their final songs. My older sister wanted to join them, but my Mom refused to let her.
It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, that is for sure.