I love me some punk rock.
When the Sex Pistols first played in the US, they played in my town, Atlanta. Unfortunately, I didn't see them. I was 16 and the only song I had heard by them then was God Save the Queen. A friend of mine went though, and his enthusiasm and excitement over that show inspired me to buy Never Mind the Bullocks on 8 track shortly after that.
At the time I was heavily into Zep, Yes, Floyd, Aerosmith, etc., but I dug the Pistols right away and Never Mind the Bullocks quickly became one of my favorite albums. Over the years I've met several people who were at that show, it left quite a mark on the Atlanta music scene.
Later that same year I saw the Ramones open up for Van Halen & Black Sabbath. At the time, I only knew of the Ramones from seeing them on a magazine cover, so I didn't really know what to expect of their music (heck, I barely knew what to expect from Van Halen, their 1st album had just come out, and I'd only heard one song off of it at the time. Eddie sure blew everybody's mind that night...but i digress).
All of my high school friends who were at that show hated the Ramones' performance, but I thought they were great! I loved their energy, and especially their no B.S., laser-beam-like commitment to their music while they were playing. I was in the 5th row, and somebody hit Joey in the face with an egg while he was singing, but it didn't phase him at all, which I thought was cool. Never seen anything like that happen at a concert before!
Later on I got into bands like the Stooges, the Clash, the Butthole Surfers, etc. The first Butthole Surfers show I ever went to was one of the craziest shows I've ever been to - Gibby came out on stage with a huge joint, which he passed to the audience. They had a naked girl dancing with a boa constrictor with them, while they projected drivers ed films over themselves while they played. Towards the end of the night, Gibby poured lighter fluid all over the cymbals and lit them, and when he hit them with a drumstick, the flames shot up to the ceiling! It was a small packed club, and I thought we were all going to die! It was great. Seen them a bunch of times since then, but they've never been quite as wild as that show.
The strangest punk rock experience I've ever had was about 16 years ago or so, when Sylvain Sylvain of the New York Dolls unexpectedly showed up at the house I was living in for a jam! I didn't know who he was, and later on somebody told me. I went and dug up my New York Dolls album and got him to sign it later after the jam. (he sure doesn't look like he did on that album cover anymore!) I ran into him a couple of weeks later in a club, and we hung out that evening too....he's a super cool guy, with lots of hilarious stories. Glad to see that the Dolls have reformed and Sylvain is out there rocking and rolling with the Dolls again...