In '83 I saw the Ramones at Boston College.
Somehow, our group managed to get right up against the stage - my left hip pressed against the structure. I could almost touch Johnny's amps with my outstretched arm.
Johnny's guitar tech came out, clicked on the Marshalls, picked up the Mosrite and dimed every control.
He bashed out 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 A chords, rolled the volume back down to zero and walked off to a round of applause.
I spied the stranger to my left blowing her nose, so I bummed a tissue from her and shoved a wad of it in my left ear.
Probably the smartest, most mature thing 17 year old me ever did.