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I wish Simon Cowell could have been there last night. His plastic pop stars and his endless supply of Woolworths t-shirts would have got blasted away by the raw power of the ageless AC/DC as they hammered out 2 hours of mostly hit upon hit.

The day was different. The usual white-collared crowd that control the Lambton Quay walk ways were either shoved aside or left cowering in their buildings in fear  (or awe) of the sea of black that descended on them like the weeks sea fog.

Oh, and the sights! I’m not really a bogan chick fan (emos have their moments), but wow, I never knew the range of bogan girls that were on that palette. Yesterday afternoon I went on a scouting mission. I pushed through the empty double brown cans, bourbon hip flasks and Ice RTD bottles to find gaggles of girls dressed in the Henry Ford special – “Any colour you like, as long as it’s black”.

(Un)Fortunately the girls varied in stature, variety and quality. A couple of stand-outs included the mid 20 year old, black haired, slim (but curvy) massively busty girl in a skin tight,  tiny black dress. Another was the hot blonde chick at the concert who had the Axl Rose vibe that the cameras loved. She was the most viewed on the big screens. The camera guys did well to find her.

As for the concert itself, what a specticle! Lighting, props, fireworks and well used animation on the screens. It was entertainment plus. You didn’t have to be an Acca Dacca fan to have fun and get into it. The visual stimulation on stage, plus having a giggle at some sights on the crowd was enough to raise a smile. Then, at any given moment there would be a chorus that you could sing along to or pump your fist to.

For the hard core fans (of which there were many), there was hit after big hit. And didn’t the band know it. It was called the Black Ice Tour, so they threw in songs from their new album, which the crowd politely allowed them to do. AC/DC rewarded the crowds paitence with anthems like Thunderstruck, Back in Black & Hells Bells. The crowd responded appropriately.

If you ever need to be inspired to pick up and learn the guitar, then watch Angus Young. I have never seen a guy demand so much attention by the way he played. Rock and Roll baby!! That’s what he did. Epic solos, giving the band a rest at one point (not that many even noticed). His classic two step was followed by sprints. He basically ran a marathon over the two hours on stage. All this while never missing a chance to show off his mastery with perfect execution. I swear, at one point his fingers were moving so quickly they were a blur. No wonder he felt the need to strip off his signature school uniform (even revealing his AC/DC boxers).

If you can’t tell, I enjoyed it. From singer Brian Johnson’s screaches and howls (always looking like he was singing in pain), Malcom Young’s Chazz like twitch, bassist Cliff Williams’ silver fox rock hair to drummer Phil Rudd’s persistant smoking, I was blowen away by the power of the music and the commitment to their craft that made the night amazing.

Two other thank yous:

1. Wellington’s weather.

2. The chick that got her rack out on the big screen (wouldn’t have been Rock & Roll without it).

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