With the passing of Malcolm Young i am reminded of this record and seeing #acdc live in 1986 on the "who made who" tour. My buddy and i got dropped off near the Aud and skulked around the parking lots surrounding the arena. We weaved through the dark cars and snaked through clouds of weed and the sound of breaking beer bottles. We were open to whatever forbidden adventures awaiting us. We hoped by making our long hair and leather jackets visible we would be adopted by a throng of hesher partiers and immerse ourselves in hedonistic decadence. We circled and circled the venue, each pass feeling more and more left out. We started feeling too young and desperate (and stupid for not smuggling some sort of small bottle of peach schnapps with us) Downtrodden we gave up and hoped to meet up with some generous bearers of booze or whatever inside. We made our way to our seats, watched a girl's hair burst into flames lighting a smoke and sat in the putrid cloud of burnt hair bummed to be sober. AC/DC took the stage and played hit after hit and we actually got roused and forgot our underage blues. I've always had a soft spot for this blue collar hard rock. This album has always been my fav (to fly in the face on Bon Scott purists). We trudged out of the concert and began the impossible search for our ride. When we miraculously tracked down my friend's mom she told us she had asked a police officer if he had seen her son and friend. The overwhelmed officer sighed and asked what we looked like. She responded "long hair and leather jackets" he laughed at her and walked away from her car.
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