Our AC/DC Moment Has Arrived!
Years In The Making, The Fire Awaits Us
We have arrived!
When the kid was a toddler, and momma was out of the house, she’d say “let’s have a crazy music dance party!” We’d blast Whole Lotta Rosie as loudly as we could and me and my tiny tot rock and roll kid would swing around the living room giggling to Angus and the boys shredding our ear drums.
AC/DC was always her first band. As it was mine.
So, as you are reading this, we are likely on our way (or there) to see them, the first time for me and my little girl, maybe the only time we’ll be able to.
I know. I know. AC/DC. Come on.
But music moves in circles. That stupid, loud, obnoxious band was there for me, in my head and guts when I needed exactly what they were offering, when I needed to feel free and strong, and set the rest of my life in motion. And they have stuck. Through it all.
And even though she’s finding her own sound now, bringing bands to me that I never heard of - even though she’s on her own journey, I feel like she understands this band, and this music, as well. Loud. Sweaty. Shouty.
We understand it in terms not of composition, but in emotional connection.
I’ve waited years for this moment with her. I think she feels it as well.
“Daddy,” she asked me, “will this be as crazy as a Taylor Swift show?”
“Better baby. It’ll be a Taylor Swift show except with cannons and devil horns and probably a bunch of happy swearing.”
We made it down to Boston today for a quick pop in to the traveling AC/DC pop-up store and picked up some unique merch. I figured that would save us time on the day of the show. There was a cannon there that was used in the 1988 tour, the one I went to in Buffalo. So, in theory, I saw and heard that cannon.
The next few days, these posts I’m certain will be smaller. For tomorrow, I’ll try to at least make a post with a few photos from our adventure, and then it’ll be a little while before I have the time to write about it all. My guess is that this will take me a bit to put into words.
Because tonight, in the dark, staring at tens of thousands of blinking devil horns, when that giant bell from Hell begins to ring and those cannons fire off and that tiny GOAT of a guitar player walks out into center field and plays those riffs that are literally part of my DNA, my little girl and I are going to lift our heads to the heavens and scream and sing and be in the moment. And I’ll even probably cry. Is there crying at an AC/DC concert? We’ll make an exception this time.
See you on the other side my friends. Time to get shook!
Have a great time!
So... Did you survive the cannons, the Fireworks, and Brian Johnson's vocals? Asking for a friend! ⚡