AC/DC - The Review

Well, Wednesday was the big day - the AC/DC concert Greg has been waiting for since November. I have to admit that I was mostly going along just to witness his excitement. I worried that the sheer noise of it would make my already aching head that much worse, but now that it is said and done, I must also admit that I had a lot of fun. They played mostly old stuff, which was great, because that’s the stuff we all know and love, and I think it made the concert that much more memorable for Greg too.

The crowd was an amazing mix of people - young and old, preppy, bikers, tattooed and not. I had no idea that AC/DC could be such a unifier! You know you are old, though, when you deliberately take earplugs to a rock concert, and then actually enjoy the music more with them in! Another age marker is when you look at the 20-something, totally smashed idiot beside you, and instead of saying “right on, man!” you are annoyed and seriously worried that he will puke on you. But, as only Greg could, he was able to lighten the mood and made friends with the totally smashed boy sitting next to us, who yelled, “F*** yeah!” at the beginning, middle and end of every sentence. Before the music even began, Greg had become best buddies with the kid, and the kid spent most of the night with his arm around Greg. When Greg went to the bathroom, the kid told me, “Your boyfriend is really cool.” I said, “Yeah. I thought so. So much that I married him!”

I have always known that besides me and the boys, Greg loves my brother-in-law Fred better than anyone. I was not prepared, however, for the number of times I would hear Greg yell Fred’s name during that concert! He either yelled, “There’s Freddy!” “Yeah Freddy!” or just “Fred!” so many times that I lost count. I think their connection is much deeper than I realized, and I told Greg later that no woman should hear her husband yell another man’s name that many times in one night!

I tried to take some video with my phone, which I’ll upload later, but again the quality is pretty poor. Cell phone’s aren’t exactly made to handle that kind of volume.

Even given my lack of enthusiasm for AC/DC in general, I must admit that they put on a great concert. These guys are in their 60's and still rocking like teenagers, minus the sex appeal...Angus did a little strip-tease at one point, and I'm sorry, but although the man can jam, there just isn't anything sexy in a 6o year old's pasty and sagging pecs! Still, it was a very nice day for Greg and me, and I’m glad, despite the messed up drama that originally surrounded these tickets, that we decided to keep them and go. I know Greg is happy with the decision.