Every once in a while, an avid music fan is lucky enough to catch a band at the very peak of their pomp. While it's great to find exciting up-and-coming acts and somehow more real to see performers once the media machine has discarded them, sometimes we hit that sweet spot. Ironically, we're often ignorant of that truth at the time.
That's what happened to me when I saw Depeche Mode at Crystal Palace in July 1993. Still riding high on the huge success of Violator and touring to promote Songs of Faith and Devotion, this once plastic synthpop band from the early eighties had somehow transformed itself into a worldwide musical phenomenon.
If I'm honest, I don't really know what I was expecting because I'd turned out as much to see the Sisters of Mercy in support as I had to see the headline band. After all, that kind of combination doesn't come along every day and so I jumped at the chance of getting two for the price of one.
As the light faded and the boys from Basildon took to the stage, I quickly realised that I was witnessing something far greater than just a few blokes twiddling with keyboards: this was an all-out musical assault by a band of hardened professionals who'd honed their skills both in the studio and on the touring circuit.
I remember being blown away by the sound quality, innovative use of video and the sheer energy and excitement of the crowd; something I'd only really experience at rock gigs before then. If Dave Gahan was on something that night, it was still during those early days when energy and endurance are enhanced and the piper is still totting up his bill for the user.
It was really terrific to hear all those old hit singles remixed and re-delivered, yet still so comfortingly familiar as to create a slightly disconcerting effect where it was difficult to reconcile the live experience of the moment with the countless years of radio repetition that had burrowed deep into my brain.
For me, the standout moments were the band's performances of Enjoy the Silence and Stripped, both of which are considered by many to be the finest recordings of those two singles ever made. The video of a hand writing the word "stripped" over and over is one of the simplest and most impressive effects I've ever seen at a live show.
Although I'm sure they're still very good now, I don't think I'd want to watch Depeche Mode again today. I want to remember them as the conquering heroes who held the world in the palms of their hands, standing high on the crest of a wave that was always destined to crash upon the gently declining shores of age and familiarity.
I know they continue to tour and attract huge worldwide audiences, and so they should, but sometimes a kind of magic chemistry occurs between band and audience. Like a user forever chasing that first high, the wise music fan knows that any attempt to recapture those few golden hours will inevitably end in disappointment.
I'll leave Depeche Mode as I found them, in a place where age, scandal and mediocrity can never diminish them.