AC/DC

While waiting for my friends at the Terry Fox Statue I was entertained by the outdoor AC/​DC karaōke that was taking place in the parking lot of Beatty and Robson. You can’t fault a guy for trying to hit the high notes while playing a pink inflatable guitar. I just prefer to leave my AC/​DC karaōke in the shower. Thankfully the real band sounded better.
The entire Surrey and Abbotsford was at the show and their cousins. It was a shit faced trashed audience. The people watching was half the entertainment. At the end of the day there’s no one else in the world that I would rather sing an AC/​DC song (really loud at the top of my lungs) with.
When I sat in my seat after what felt like a mountain hike to the 4^th tier, I observed the rows of twinkling red devil horns in the crowd that looked like a hooker’s sequinned dress.
They played a decent chunk of new material during the first half before busting out into the tail gate party anthems.
The sound as expected was awful beyond the floor. I think that was intentional so that the audience didn’t notice that Brian’s high notes took the night off. With the sound mix off it was hard to tell if the Angus and Malcolm’s «knitting needle» guitars were in synch. The audience didn’t care as they were more concerned about their air guitar being in tune. Myself on the other hand through sober ears got frustrated with the guitar and vocal fuzz (white noise).
Speaking of sobriety… that didn’t last long for me as 4 songs in I broke out into a rash due to second hand pot smoke. Not to mention high as a kite.
The stage banter was skimpy by AC/​DC standards. This didn’t compensate for more songs. In fact there were odd 60 – 90 second oxygen mask breaks on songs that traditionally have a tighter flow.
There was no excuse as to why the roof was closed on one of the few remaining gorgeous days in Vancouver. This would’ve helped with both the sound and dissipation of smoke.
Brian was under the weather and the «casino in Beijing» air quality didn’t help but this was easy for the audience to ignore. In spite of this the band overall put on a great show but it was obvious that this was their last victory lap.
Thankfully the traditional Angus Young striptease revue was put to bed this tour. It was like watching Mr. Burns featured in a burlesque show.
I was so paranoid about my clothes (smelling like weed) that I did an emergency laundry load since I was flying out to L. A the next day.
Phil Rudd only performs songs that he originally recorded on with the exception of Thunderstruck. Now that Chris Slade is back in the band you would think that they’d bring Money Talks back into the set, however, fans didn’t care that it was missing.
I realize that this type of show won’t exist in a couple of years.