My richest Bandshell memory: watching a Gary Puckett and the Union Gap concert in 1968. I followed older Yorkville kids to the event and I was thrilled to stand next to Pamela Hutter, an exceptionally pretty tomboy with a peek-a-boo haircut.
There were about 30 people out of the rain under the cover of the shell. Two of them had drums and started playing. Then I was stuck with 20 people, 10 preferred the rain over the drums. I stayed with the drummers, they were doing a speeded up version of Peter Gabriel's Biko. The moment reminded me of the rain stopping dance during Santana's set at Woodstock. Life's good.