The wife once dragged me to see Bob Seger at the last minute. I like him, but the circumstances weren't good. Some friends were going, and invited us to join for dinner before the show. They had tickets right in front of the stage, and they assumed we had gotten tickets too. We hadn't, so we got them right before the show. It was the top row of the Boston Garden. The seats were bolted to the concrete wall behind us, and there was a ceiling about 3 inches above my head. All the smoke from cigarettes and pot was forming a cloud around us, and all we could hear was an echo of the actual sound. I felt ill afterwards.