By the time AC/DC had reached their encore, we had been at Gillette for about four hours, and for the most part - aside from probably poisoning ourselves with Frito Nacho Cheese Chicken - the evening had gone by without a hitch.
Then the Angus Man started up. He sat either right behind us or one row up, and somewhere in the middle of Angus Young’s (seemingly) five hour guitar solo, he began to chant: Anguuuuuus, Anguuuuuus…. loudly. Not screaming. Not speaking. More like a continual chant. Like a meditation. Like he was the AC/DC Buddha.
For the most part, when the music was playing we couldn’t hear him, but in between every break and every pause, there he was - Anguuuuuus… Anguuuuuus!
The lady next to me turned at one point and casually said to him, “It’s ok, we all know that you like Angus.” I applauded her attempted diplomacy.
“Boy oh boy,” Uma said to me, “that guy really likes Angus!”
“Ya think!”
I was sort of / kind of trying to figure out a way to quiet him down, but I was torn. I mean, he wasn’t yelling, he wasn’t being rowdy. He was just zoning out. Like Angus was his mantra.
After a bit, Little Bean just started giggling and at that point I figured, we were fine.
“Is he annoying you,” I asked her.
“A little,” she said between chuckles, “mostly, though, he’s really funny.”
“Hey, I have an idea,” I said.
We decided that Anguuuuuus would be our new secret code when we find someone annoying but didn’t want to hurt their feelings.
“Like, ok, imagine your friends are over and one of them is doing something weird or annoying,” I said. “If that happens, then I’ll look over at you and just say Anguuuuuus!”
“Yes!” She got right into it. “I’ll be like, ‘Ugh, Sally is getting all Anguuuuuus’ and you’ll know what I mean.” When she said Anguuuuuus, she rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“Perfect,” I said.
And so the night concluded with a barrage of power chords, and by the time the fire works lifted off behind the stage, our whole section had become Angus Man as we all lifted our heads and shouted to the misty heavens.
Behind us, the only true, first Angus Man hollered out one last Anguuuuuus, we all applauded, the lights went up and we were done.
Or so we thought. In reality, one last unexpected adventure was waiting for us at our car.
Acca Dacca Sunday: Thanks for joining us for our little weekly story about our incredible concert day. We’ll do this every Sunday for two more weeks. You can read Part One here Acca Dacca Sunday Part One, Part Two here Acca Dacca Sunday Part Two and Part Three here Acca Dacca Sunday Part Three. And as always, please feel free to share with any AC/DC, music or culture fans! Onward!
What a hoot! Anguuuuuus!!