What a show. Last night's AC/DC concert at Subiaco Oval was a thrill on so many levels. Of course there was the music, and while I'm no expert nor critic, I know what I like. I didn't like last nights performance. I LOVED it.
But there was so much more to the concert than the music.
I LOVED Everything about it. Even the girls up the front who flashed their boobs on the big screen. I even loved the girls with yucky pointy saggy boobs. Those girls were just so happy and excited, it was hard not to be happy and excited too.
I loved that so many people from so many walks of life, from so many socio-economic backgrounds, with so many diverse political beliefs, so many different values, so many different morals and so many different tattoos could come together for a common cause. (I especially loved that the diverse bunch came together in the Western suburbs. Something nice about that don't you think?)
The highlight of the night? I'm finding it hard to choose between Dirty Deeds, Thunderstruck and Highway to Hell.
Low light? The bloke in front of me who vomited in his beer cup during the third song, then proceeded to drink from it.
All part of life's rich tapestry.
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