The recent passing of Dave Mason had me reminiscing about the first rock show I worked at the Allen. It was my second day there, Sunday, March 26, 1972. The audience of 2,860 all looked like the bad guys on Adam-12. When the house lights went out, the marihuana was lit, for a brief few seconds the auditorium would be illuminated by hundreds of matches and lighters. When I asked a policeman about this, I was told, "not a big deal kid." Quite a different message than school and telly. I had no idea what loud was until that night, the sound was quite deafening, making hard to communicate with co-workers.
