We salute you.
I have lived and worked all over the world. I am often asked what it was like growing up in Canada.
“Have you seen the film Wayne’s World”, I ask?
“That is pretty much what growing up in the suburbs of Canada was like for me”, I add.
Most people that have seen the film(s) connect right away.
“Hey, you actually look like Mike Myers”, often follows.
“You mean George Clooney don’t you”, retorts me.
I’ve have at times been accused of sailing down a long river called Denial!
AC/DC will be on the top 10 list of any self deprecating North American suburban teenage boyman. They are a classic, though not in the Zeppelin sense the word.
Wednesday night AC/DC started the European leg of their world tour in Oslo. Sweet!
I met Garth and the guys there.
On route, it occured to me that in many ways I have not changed much since the age of 13.
I still dress in jeans, sneakers, a hooded top, and a puffa, in the middle of the snowy -10C winter.
My hair is no longer half way down my back but I still wear baseball caps.
I didn’t drive to the gig in a Gremlim, choosing public transportation, but was eating black licorice because you cannot buy red licorice tubes here.
Bohemian Rhapsody wasn’t piping out of my Ipod, it was Black Dog.
Other than that, not much of a difference really.
Garth had scored corporate hospitality tickets. They served a sit down dinner before the concert. Yeah right! Like who eats a sit down meal before an AC/DC concert. We hosed the catering staff of loads of meat balls and chugged brewskies until we were ready to spew.
And like, we were like standing right behind 6 Scando babes with bodacious tatas all wearing flashing devil horns. I bet they were from Kneurgen, near the Joergen Fjords. Schwing! I think Garth creamed his jeans.
Anyhoo, AC/DC were way cool, they totally rocked, they were freakin awesome dudes. For sure.