First concert (probably 1979)

Tonight's concert made me remember the first time I ever saw classical music live. My father took me to a concert when we lived in Lafayette, Colorado. It was just he and I, which was very unusual, and we went into Boulder to see it. I remember thinking that it was just a thing he decided, that we needed to do something like this together. I don't think I ever expressed an interest in seeing classical music, although I certainly wasn't adverse to doing so.

This was also the first time I got what is known in my mother-brother-and-I family unit as "thumper leg", only I get it all over, especially on my upper arms. It usually happens when I'm very tired and not able to move around or sleep (the first time I saw A Clockwork Orange, at the Neptune, was another memorable occasion). I feel like all my nerves are crawling around right underneath the surface of my skin, is extremely uncomfortable and only movement or sleep relieves it. As a result I was very fidgety during the concert and I think my father thought I was bored and restless because of that, but I wasn't. I didn't know enough to explain what was happening, and was left with the feeling that I'd disappointed him. The experience was never repeated, probably not least because I went back to live with my mother within a year or so, and while I did live in Colorado he was away for long periods of time for work. Quite a sad memory for me, really.