Marshall remembers Halifax days
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By Marilyn Smulders
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The Daily News
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With storytelling the theme of her two concerts in Halifax, Amanda Marshall relished telling the story about the first rock concert she saw.
As a young teen who lived in Halifax during a few years in the mid-’80s, Marshall begged her parents to let her go to her first concert unchaperoned.
The Rebecca Cohn Auditorium, where she performed the last two nights, was the “biggest, baddest place in the whole wide world to me,” enthused Marshall, 27. Confessing that the band on that night was Glass Tiger, she immediately broke into Don’t Forget Me When You’re Gone — except a whole lot cooler than the original.
After the show, she said, she and her best bud hung out by the back door, hoping for an invite backstage.
“We have to hang back, though, ’cuz if we’re too interested they won’t pick us,” she told her girlfriend with the kind of wisdom that gets you a spot backstage.
Sure enough, they scored the invite and were allowed to witness the guys of Glass Tiger in their sweaty, shirtless glory; the bass player proposed a kiss from the then 13-year-old in exchange for his autograph.
“Ooooh, a little bit too R Kelly,” she laughed.
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