My very 1st concert (besides local teen dance / h.s. sock hops) was The Syndicate of Sound, who played @ the Jacksonville Beach Civic Auditorium way back in the Spring of '67, when I was in my junior year of High School. Yea, we had local bands playing teen clubs, but the Syndicate of Sound, from San Jose California was the Big Time.
The groovy Syndicate of Sound had a jingle-jangle proto garage punk "Nuggets" type hit song called "Hey Little Girl" that went to #1 on Jacksonville's WAPE Radio: The Big Ape: 50,000 Watts! way back when.
In celebration of this historic event, I managed to score a warm 6 pack of beer, downed most of 'em on the way, parked my Dad's borrowed Caddy up over the curb, put on a pair of dark sunglasses like Bob Dylan, & walked into the show.
It wasn't but about 15 minutes before I had to wiz...I staggered into the Civic bathroom barely able to stand straight. I turned around while relieving myself, only to see 2 of Jacksonville's Finest leaning against the opposite wall, starin' @ me, & smackin' their flashlights against their palms.
I tried to walk back out to the show completely nonchalant when they stopped me @ the bathroom door, demanding to know how much I had to drink, & why was I wearing shades @ nite. Wanting to be a good citizen, & figuring they would let me off, I admitted to drinking 1 beer, only.
They looked @ each other & said "We have to make an example out of somebody"...& off to the clink I went. I was unconscious within 5 minutes of hitting the cell bunk, right up until my Dad came to bail me out the next morning. And no, I didn't get punked.
The Jacksonville Beach Judge was very stern, & uptight about local teenage surfers drinking, & ended up sentencing me to a fine of $200 (back when minimum wage was $1.25 hr) & 6 months probation, for being underage Drunk & Disorderly in Public.
It pissed me off so bad that I went & closed out my savings account & caught the next plane to San Francisco & the Haight Ashbury, in June '67. I left town with $200, my Yater Spoon Surfboard, & 1 suitcase, half filled with back issues of Surfer Magazine. I left behind my Epiphone Hollow-body Electric & Silvertone Twin 12 amp, cause I was travellin' light, & runnin' from the Law!
I never ever went back again to Jax Beach, where I'm probably still wanted for jumping probation...thanks to the Syndicate of Sound, & warm Budweiser.