Mine was at Tad Gormley Stadium in City Park in New Orleans in 1972, when he opened for the Allman Brothers and dazzled a crowd who'd never heard of him. His brother Benny on bass stole the show for a moment. I'm sad to say that I never saw him live. He died the year after my first concert in 1975.
I have had "Freddy King" moments however.
Turning others on to his music primarily, but I remember dancing with my then girlfriend to Hideaway at Fern Canyon campground on the northern California coast-A full moon, waves breaking a few feet away, campfire glowing, and a large bull Roosevelt Elk for an audience. | 