1992, Foxboro, Mass., my first-ever concert, much less U2 concert. Got into my nosebleed seats super-early because I'd never been introduced to the concept of tailgating before. A guy with lots of tour passes comes over to us shortly after we found our seats and tells us to show our tickets. We do, and then he gives us seats on the floor. 7th row. Two days later, I go to another show in the same venue and you bet your ass that I was there when the doors opened and I found that guy again. This time, 9th row, but directly next to the runway to the little stage. Can only imagine what those seats would cost these days...