My first concert was a Weird Al show in Jacksonville, FL during the Off the Deep End tour. I was in 6th grade and didn't have money, but the tickets were sold out anyway and I was devastated. Even worse, and that same week, somebody stole my collection of every single Weird Al cassette out of my backpack. I found out who it was and he threatened to beat me up if I told anyone. I kept hoping my parents would surprise me or something but then it was the day of the show and it was evident that I wasn't going. It was a bad week. My brother worked at a music store. Someone from Al's camp called the store and said they needed a guitar for Al to smash on stage in exchange for tickets. The store laughed at this offer, but my brother really wanted to get the tickets for me, knowing Weird Al was basically the only thing I listened to other than video game music. He actually called me at school to let me know about it. I agreed to give up my Epiphone acoustic guitar to get tickets for Al and I was so excited that I can still remember it. I even got out of school early to get ready for the show. It was the best concert I've ever been to. Al was doing the song "You Don't Love Me Anymore (edit: corrected by commenter with an exceptional memory)" on a bar-stool under a spotlight, and he kept looking down at the guitar like he was going to start playing it. But every time he got close to playing a chord, he would look up and start singing again, never playing a note. My 12-year-old self thought this was the funniest shit that happened since Gremlins 2. At the end of the song, he got up, sang the last few words, and after looking like he was about to put his head in his hands and cry, he instead flew into a rage and smashed the guitar - my guitar - to smithereens and walked off stage. I cheered and screamed at the absurdity of watching my prized guitar destroyed by my idol. I had never been so happy and will never forget it.