Now depending on how well you know me, you can imagine my elation when I found out AC/DC was doing a world tour. Oh yes. That's right - AC/DC. I am fully aware that my taste for old, hard rock is seemingly odd (mostly considering my age), but I think that maybe I was just born in the wrong generation. I mean, honestly, who doesn't like to rock out to a little "Shoot to Thrill" or "You Shook Me All Night Long"? If you hesitated to agree with me, I definitely recommend that you try it on a regular basis. There's just something wonderfully exhilarating about the raw energy and power-driven chords. Also, just to prove I'm not crazy - their Back In Black album is the highest-selling album by any band ever, selling more than artists like Madonna, Mariah Carey, and Michael Jackson.
Tickets were a good $200 - thank goodness because I had a much higher threshold, though Jer thought they were outrageously overpriced. And let me just say, it was worth every penny (and it was also worth the added deafening I sustained as a result). I soaked in every minute of an event that someone my age shouldn't be privileged enough to attend, with Brian Johnson up there screaming at the top of his lungs and gallivanting around the stage with the kind of swagger that only comes from 30 years worth of performances. Then Angus, one of the greatest guitarist of all time, stalking the stage with his wild, ridiculously high-energy, and of course his schoolboy-uniform and duck walk (you have to see it to know what I'm talking about). His solos were amazing, and I loved how he taunted the crowd to beg for more, raising one hand to his ear like "I can't hear you". And then the next thing you know he throws himself to the ground, kicking and spinning around in circles, while playing the guitar. What's there not to love? I thought it was surreal. They played every good song and then to top it off, you couldn't get a better encore - Highway to Hell & For Those About To Rock. Priceless.
Tickets were a good $200 - thank goodness because I had a much higher threshold, though Jer thought they were outrageously overpriced. And let me just say, it was worth every penny (and it was also worth the added deafening I sustained as a result). I soaked in every minute of an event that someone my age shouldn't be privileged enough to attend, with Brian Johnson up there screaming at the top of his lungs and gallivanting around the stage with the kind of swagger that only comes from 30 years worth of performances. Then Angus, one of the greatest guitarist of all time, stalking the stage with his wild, ridiculously high-energy, and of course his schoolboy-uniform and duck walk (you have to see it to know what I'm talking about). His solos were amazing, and I loved how he taunted the crowd to beg for more, raising one hand to his ear like "I can't hear you". And then the next thing you know he throws himself to the ground, kicking and spinning around in circles, while playing the guitar. What's there not to love? I thought it was surreal. They played every good song and then to top it off, you couldn't get a better encore - Highway to Hell & For Those About To Rock. Priceless.
Here we are, giddy with anticipation...
Robert Plant & Jimmy Page. Metallica. Guns N' Roses. AC/DC. My life is complete...
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