I went to see AC/DC on Saturday night. I had seen them once before but that was in 1988 and so on longer counts - 1988, when both they and I cut a wonderfully seemly figure at a gig. I'll be honest, I was rather dreading it, but my best friend, who also accompanied me on that outing 28 years ago, insisted. And I have to say, it was brilliant.
AC/DC have never been a self-regarding band, and this has stood them in good stead. The idea of a grown man flailing around in front of 80,000 people while dressed as a 1950s schoolboy was as ridiculous then as it is now - no more and no less. It's meant to be pantomime. People who harrumph at the band are guilty of a category error. They are wrongly reading AC/DC as a heavy metal or even heavy rock band. They're not; they're a rock n roll band - a very different beast. They don't take themselves seriously so why should you?
It was a real shot in the arm to have my worst middle-aged fears confounded. We're not done yet, by god. Just a bit saggy is all.
