5. The Replacements -- 7th Street Entry, Minneapolis, December, 1984. Saw a couple of the shows from a five-night stand in the tiny Entry, somewhere around the time Let It Be came out. At that particular moment in time, the Replacements were the greatest rock and roll band in the world.
4. Los Lobos -- First Avenue, Minneapolis, Spring 1985. Soon after Will the Wolf Survive was released. Still virtually unknown. House less than half full. Vividly remember dancing a half-assed polka step with my wife-to-be on the nortena numbers. Still one of the best live bands on the planet.
3. Paul Westerberg -- Guthrie Theater, Minneapolis, Summer 2004 (I think). A triumphant homecoming show by my musical hero from about the time he emerged from self-imposed exile with the wonderful Stereo/Mono records. Just St. Paul and his guitar. Exhilarating, riveting, poignant, and funny as hell.
2. Rock for Change Concert -- XCel Energy Center, St. Paul, Minnesota, October 2004. Politics had absolutely nothing to do with making this such a memorable show, except that the performers were obviously inspired and played with incredible passion. And what a group of performers -- Springsteen and the E Street Band, REM, John Fogarty, Bright Eyes, and Neil Bleeping Young. Neil Young doing All Along the Watchtower with the E Street Band -- no comment required on that one. The All Star encores of Patti Smith's People Have the Power and Elvis Costello's/Nick Lowe's What's So Funny About Peace Love And Understanding were (at the risk of sounding like some misty-eyed lefty) incredibly moving and absolutely unforgettable.
1. Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band, St. Paul Civic Center, November 1978. My first big-time concert (I was 16). Small wonder that music became one of my life's passions. The best live performer I have ever seen, at the absolute top of his game. My ride to the show (we were a bunch of hicks from Central MN farm country) nearly abandoned me in St. Paul -- he gave me strict instructions to leave for the parking lot immediately after Born to Run, but I COULD NOT drag myself away from encore after encore, each successive one somehow better than the last. When the house lights came up for the Detroit Medley, I decided then and there to spend my life's savings on an electric guitar. They don't call him the Boss for nothing.