I still have the ticket stub from Kiss, 1990. I could have had my choice of several hot women as a date (the seats were that good, and the after-concert invitation was even more valuable). Instead, I took my son, age 6 (his mom is still pissed). Jeremy had never been to a concert before, but he still remembers this one clearly. The strongest memory I have of the whole thing was when he looked up upon meeting Eric Carr and saying "you know, you really are a pretty good drummer."
The look Eric Carr had on his face was priceless. Jeremy still has his autographed drumsticks...