That would be Bruce Springsteen - Born to Run.
But it was actually going to see him on the 'Born to Run' tour at Notre Dame in '76 when I was in 8th grade. I got to tag along with a friend my same ago whose brother was a freshman at ND, and seemed like an "adult" to me.
The Boss was amazing. He wouldn't stop playing, and ended up coming out for three seperate, long encores. The South Bend police were trying to make everyone leave after the first and second encores because we were breaking the 12:00 curfew, but nobody would budge. The show didn't end until 12:40, more than 4 and 1/2 hours after it had started. There was no warm up act, just Bruce and the E-Street Band pouring their hearts out, running all over the place, jumping off speakers, wailing on guitars to "Prove It All Night..." which is exactly what they did. The place was buzzing.
This was the first concert experience I ever had, and I can't say that I've ever had a better one (now with well over 100 hundred under my belt, and ever so jealous of those who living in metro areas with greater access to live performances). It was amazing to see Bruce and feel the passion for music seeping from his pores. There was no turning back after that. Four years later, by the time I was out of high school, kids would come from distant towns to check out my record collection which had grown to 400-500 or so. In those days, I was working odd jobs for $3 per hour delivering console TV's and microwave ovens (new technology back them) and every spare $1 went toward my albulm collection. But eventually, I gave them all away to various people who I knew would appreciate them, mostly to my brother who still has most of them and is into vinyl to this day.
I actually dropped out of the music scene for the most part during my undergraduate and early grad school days, opting for serious study instead. Success doesn't come easily is the way I had it figured. Then I started over with CD's once "I got the fever" (another Bruce reference) again.
Music is an important part of life for me. You've got to sing and dance along the way, or what's the point?