The very first concert I attended was America, and I sat with my high school sweetheart in a crowded theater in 1977, occasionally holding up my cigarette lighter as they sang “A Horse With No Name.” The audience stood shoulder…

The very first concert I attended was America, and I sat with my high school sweetheart in a crowded theater in 1977, occasionally holding up my cigarette lighter as they sang “A Horse With No Name.” The audience stood shoulder…