The AC/DC aftermath

Well folks, a few days later here I am ready to give you my own account of how the AC/DC concert went. Here she goes.

First off, me and Tamara decided to do the bus thing (which we’ll never do again) by dropping off our car at my mom’s and then taking the bus down to the site. We met up with my friend Ben Symes at mom’s and we headed to the concert.

The bus basically took us to the old Moncton Mall parking lot where we got on a shuttle bus top the hill. It dropped us off at the sign for Magnetic Hill on Mountain Rd. We walked down to the concert from there. We managed to find a nice spot on the gravel close enough to the stage that we could see quite a bit very easily. We set our blanket down and made camp for the rest of the evening, or so we thought.

We waited and waited and then the first act, The Answer, came on. Nothing too spectacular but they were a decent band. Crowds were starting to pile in and then Anvil came on. They sucked. There was nothing about their music that had any appeal to me. Why they are considered a legend is beyond me.

Awhile after Anvil played, the crowd had swollen enough that we knew we were going to have to pull up our blanket. So, we did. Shortly thereafter, the movie intro for AC/DC came on and the crowd went nuts. It was then, we started to feel the push of everyone around us.

There were a lot of people SHOVING to get to the front of the stage. So many that Tamara bailed at headed back towards where things were a bit more sane while me and Ben stayed put. The shoving and butting in continued for about 30 minutes and then seemed to ease off. We were right beside the outer portion of the stage which guitar player Angus Young was risen on.

The music and sound was awesome. Definitely worth every penny. The video screens certainly helped when I couldn’t see much because of the crowd, and they also provided some lovely shots of boobies from the good looking ladies caught on camera.

When “Let There Be Rock” ended (15 minutes long of Angus playing a lot of guitar solo stuff), me and Ben bailed back to where Tamara was. I had read online that that was the last song of the main set so I sort of saw it coming. We got to Tamara’s location where she had a better view than we ever did closer to the stage. We stood back, watched the band finish their set, then headed out. I can’t say this enough, AC/DC was awesome.

However, once again the city failed miserably with the bus system. The concert ended at 11:30ish and we got home around  2:30ish. We waited for about 2 hours for the bus to get us, and when we did get on one, it took us to Moncton Mall again, where we were told we could catch a city bus to get home. Well, no city buses anywhere so Tamara hailed down one of the other buses and got us a lift home.

After having the Stones here and plenty of other bands, you would think the city would know better. The biggest problem was the crowd of people walking in the streets blocking the buses from coming in or leaving. This caused the biggest part of the delays. I think if there had been more cops manning the streets, it would have gone faster. Regardless, if and when we go to another concert, we’ll book a room at the hotel next door. Easier than waiting for a damn bus.

Anyway, the show itself, or I should say AC/DC was awesome. Excellent lights, stage, props, sound, and experience. For a band that’s been around since 1973, they still kick ass. I am glad I got to see them. Rumour is, lead singer Brian Johnson is retiring once this tour is done. If that’s true, I can see AC/DC going into permanent retirement as well.

I’d also like to say that this was a concert that both Jason & J.C. should have been at. Growing up, the four of us (them, myself and Ben) listened to AC/DC a lot. Jason’s got a tattoo and an awesome painting he did. They are a band that defined part of my adolescence. J.C. may not be with us but I know he was there at that concert. And Jason, you were there in spirit as I had my AC/DC buck you gave me years ago with me. It was definitely a concert to be remembered.