The Beatles. They quietly broke up a few months after I was born.
The original Parliament-Funkadelic. I bet they had a Sir Nose-De-Void-Of-Funk, and everything, including Bootsy and The Mothership. But in their heyday, I was, what, 5 or 6?
Led Zeppelin. Man. I was too little in their heyday to see them, as well, and even if I had been old enough, in the fundy household I lived I wouldn’t have been allowed to listen to or see them (or any secular act) anyway.
I wanted to go see The Police’s last show in Chicago, when they did a benefit for Amnesty International in 1985. All my friends at school went to that show. I didn’t go to their reunion last year because I didn’t have $400 to drop on a ticket.
The Stone Roses. I’m not even sure they ever came to the US, and if they did, they didn’t make it to the Midwest.
Nirvana. Yeah. Man. I never got a chance to see them, either, due to circumstances I couldn’t foresee, and then Kurt was gone.
A more-or-less defunct band whose reunion show I went to was The Pixies in 2004. That was some show. By then, Kim Deal was a much better bass player, and whatever tensions they’d had from when I’d seen them last in the 90s seem to have dissipated. It rocked mightily.