Opening the show was a group of young smart alecks who no one in the Pacific Northwest had ever heard of—they were called the Beastie Boys. We collectively booed them in anticipation of our idol. Then Madonna came out and I remember only two things: she did multiple outfit changes and I screamed the entire time. When my father and I got home, I couldn’t sleep. I kept going in my parents’ room to regale my mother with details about what songs Madonna played and how she looked. “She’s high,” my dad said to my mother, laughing. And I was. It was a moment I’ll never forget, a total elation that
...more
