Rush, Hemispheres tour, 1979, at the Salt Palace in Salt Lake City, Utah. April Wine opened for them. Rush was great, of course, and played a long, long set. (And this was back when they were still loud!) April Wine put on a great show, too.
My dad didn't want me to go (he always hated all that long hair hippie music). He was a rather mean fellow at the time, and taunted me by saying that he would buy me a ticket to the show if I won a trophy in an upcoming ski race. I was a decent skier, but not fast by any means, and to get a trophy I would have to place in the top three.
Well, both my rebellious nature and my intense desire to see Rush (at the time my absolute favorite band) spurred me on and I actually took first place with a new course record time. My very chagrined father took me to get a ticket on the way back from the slopes. A sweet victory in many ways.
In contrast, I personally took my 16-year old son to his first concert recently. We saw Yngwie, with George Lynch opening, here in Tucson, Arizona. And it was nice and loud.