I finished high school in '84 and was at the concert with a couple of friends. We were drinking beer in the sun by the town hall and it was a great day. People were getting quite drunk (including us)and grooving to the music. As the afternoon wore on there were some drunken antics and it was getting a bit loose. I didn't know why the riot started (although I heard the story later about the guy p*ssing that the other person posted on this site) but I remember Dave Dobbyn saying the police were turning off the equipment and the concert was going to stop. Everyone started booing and then things escalated. In my memory it seemd to happen quite fast. People started throwing bottles at the stage and soon there were bottles everywhere, smashing on the concrete of Aotea Square, all around us. It rained bottles. My frineds and I had moved over to near the old Information Centre to try and protect ourselves from the glass missles. It had huge plate glass windows and this massive angry looking guy picked up one of those old wire rubbish bins and threw it at the window. I was so excited and amazed at this incredible rebellion that I must have been staring with my mouth wide open! The window bowed in and bounced the rubbish bin back. I realised that I was disa[ppointed and that I had actually wanted to see the window smash. The guy picked the bin up again and threw it really hard. The window smashed. It cascaded down like a glass waterfall. It was a stunning effect. Crowds surged down Queen Street, breaking windows and looting shops. Later we caught the bus home and the Police stopped the bus, got on and arrested some people with stolen stuff. The whole day was actually pretty cool, scary but the violence wasn't directed so much at people (at least in my experience) as property. Now I have my own children I would be outraged if this sort of thing happened but at the time, to a 16 year old, it was immaculate.