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Submitted by: Bif Naked (Facebook, Twitter, Instagram)
When I was 13 years old, my mom drove my kid sister and me to the Winnipeg Arena for our first-ever concert: Twisted Sister and Iron Maiden! We were over the moon!
Somehow, us kids wound up with fourth-row, center seats on the floor! It was an incredible life-altering experience! We drank soda pop right out of the can, smoked real cigarettes I bummed from the adults beside us, wore acid-washed jeans with studs on the back pockets, feathered our hair, and felt like very grown-up girls!
Then Twisted Sister took the stage first, and Dee Snider stood and sang right in front of me! I could not believe our luck! He was The Greatest Front Man I had seen in my life! And, up until that point, the only Front Man I had seen, but I was enraptured!
Transfixed! Mesmerized! I was Hooked!
He was an outrageously magnificent performer, and even spit on the crowd in between songs! In fact, as luck would have it, HE SPIT RIGHT ON ME! I WAS ELATED! I felt like I had been actually baptized by Dee Snider into Rock and Roll.
I could barely watch the rest of the concert and decided right then and there that I could die happy.
Don't get me wrong, I loved Iron Maiden a lot, but it was Dee whom I was devoted to! After all, his gob was still in my hair! I never wanted to wash it again!
It was absolutely the best day of my life.
I've been in love with the loud, lusty, juicy rock music ever since.
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