The first time I saw Lacuna Coil live, on my 21st birthday in London. I'd been a fan for a couple of years by then, and they'd supplanted Metallica to become my second, and still, Best Band Ever.
You know those videos of chicks in the 60s watching Elvis or the Beatles and just standing there and screaming? I never understood them fully until that gig. All higher thought just shut down under the spell of the music, and I stood unable to do anything, helpless and naked. I think I fell in love that night. I had to keep stopping on the way home to break out in tears again.