(Quick note before you scroll down: click on the pictures to get some more detail. Blogger shrinks these things down so much that you can't see the little things which, in most cases, are the best part of my poorly-composed attempts at photography.)
Let there be a stage.
Let there be lights!
Let there be rock!
And the Gods of Rock saw that it was good.
How about this one: let there be a life-size locomotive that spits fire and smoke (sometimes alongside cannons and fireworks) at timed moments during the show.
Let there also be an enormous blow-up doll (with...uh..."endowments") for the song, Whole Lotta Rosie. Due to some roadies pulling tethers underneath her she also had a...shall we say..."relationship" with the band's engine. I mean look how big she is compared to the band. How they inflated and deflated this thing so quickly I will never understand.
And through it all, there was Angus Young. I heard his guitar riffs reverberate (literally) through the house courtesy of my superfan father while I was growing up and it was absolutely amazing to see this guy in action. He could be flashy if he wanted to but, instead, he was just ferocious...and that wins every time.
During his 7-minute guitar solo, he ran out to the circular lift at the end of the runway and soloed in the air for a few minutes. I love this photo (aside from the smudges on the lens) because you can see him almost as clearly in the jumbo-tron in the background.
The gods of rock smiled. And at $90 a ticket it was totally worth it.
1 comment:
Someone should check on Angus. I am not sure if he has stopped rocking. It's almost as if the spirit of rock will not allow him to stop rocking. Thank god for leaving cell phones in the car....and Angus.
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