Iron Maiden. March 28, 1987. Second row from the top of a 20,000 seat arena and I loved every minute. There was no hope of ever actually MEETING the bands back then, unless you were a hot girl with lots of... motivation. So I never met them.
First big band I met was probably Pantera, right after CFH but before they were HOLY FUCKING SHIT, IT'S PANTERA. My bud worked at the club, and we ate with them before the gig. They were all nice and very cool, except Phil was a whiny little bitch. I really wasn't a fan - I didn't like stuff that heavy yet.