There’s this one first show in 1985 that I missed, and I’ve never really passed over that trauma. I’m not saying that I sit home mulling over my loss, but to be honest there’s always this tiny sense of sadness when I think about it. Because it was the first show he made in my Country, you see. And I was young, and simply that pain never completely goes away, that’s about all you have to say on youth. It sticks in your heart.
I really tried to convince my parents to let me go, I tried to wear them out with tears and criyng and silent treatment but it did not work, I was only 14 years old and for them sending their baby daughter to a rock show equalled to offering me to Satan himself.
So I tried to run away from home to go to the show, they caught me and we did not talk to each other for months, really.
And well, what can I say, I really really really tried hard to be there, but regardless everything, I wasn’t there. And regardless all that happened… I would try again!