I have a vintage concert shirt from Queen and also Pink Floyd's North American tour, along with a shit load of others, with ticket stubs, from my 1970's party days. My buddy's and I were late to a concert one night and happened to actually, physically, bump into Peter Framton as he and his escort were walking from the limo to the back door of the concert hall. Good thing he didn't fall and fuck up his wrist. The Framtom Comes Alive tour.