It was the mid-90s (I forget what year exactly) and going to college at Stony Brook University, about an hour east of Manhattan. A huge blizzard descended on the city, and everyone who had a concert scheduled that night canceled, stayed in their tour bus, and tried not to freeze to death.
Except Motorhead. They were scheduled to play the Limelight, and play the Limelight they did. I spoke to an employee of the club shortly after this went down, and she said it was an amazing, intimate performance - 15 people in the audience tops. He took requests and did a Q&A. Blizzard or no, I’d have given my eyeteeth to have gone to that show.