theres a guy who stole a tow truck being chased by the cops

theres a screen shot of a map cuz there was a small earthquake

and as soon as they catch this dude, theres live video of a brush fire in ventura

but what they are failing to show you, which only the busblog is delivering, is SNOW in LA

yes at the show last night, hell froze over. there was snow in the parking lot of the AC/DC concert.

youre welcome.

musta been the hells bells.

coulda been the six cannons during the finale of “for those about to rock”

may have been the mexican dudes shouting in my ear throughout the show in their broke english. i didnt wanna say “WHAT?” because they would only shout louder but i had to, they both had tye-dyed AC/DC shirts and were singing along so cutely.

“she’s got the yak, shes got the yak”

my amigos had snuck down from the cheap seats and saw that i had a perfect line of sight and since i was in seat 1, right next to the aisle, one guy stood in front of me (the stage was 45 degrees to our left) and the other guy stood behind me, in a way, with one foot in the aisle.

not exactly the personal space i had counted on, but hell i was lucky even to be there, if i could help these dudes rock out, then fine.

later one of the guys, i think his name was Douglas, asked if he could borrow my ticket so he could run up and get us both a beer.

mais oui, mi amigos.

they asked me if i was gonna see Metalica next week right there at the forum and i said no but i would download the torrent. i dont think it translated well.

one of the funniest moments was the first time i peed. AC/DC opened with their latest single something about a Train. then they played the old chestnut “hell aint a bad place to be”, which segued real nice-like into “back in black”. when we heard the opening measures of another new song “Big Jack” all the dudes made a dash to the men’s room to recycle as it were. first a visit to the mens room, then a quick stop off at the beer stand.

in the mens room everyone laughed and said “new songs suck!” but when we could hear the muffled chant of “dirty deeds done dirt cheap” the fellas were all, “shake it, men, theyre back to playing the good songs!”

last time i peed was after the long trek back to my car after the show. so many people had come to the forum that they had us parked over at Hollywood Park. two dudes were parked next to my car and they were relieving themselves so i figured id follow the trend. one of the joys of being a man is to be one with nature for a quick second.

what was the crowd like? sorta older. definately into the jams. saw a few young kids. noticed lots and lots of AC/DC shirts and more than a few Iron Maiden ones, which made me happy.

longtime busblog reader Chris C. says he saw Slash there, I saw the dude from Anthrax.

only weird moment was when they broke into Let There Be Rock and all i could think of is the new Rock Band commercial, which (hopefully) has given that song a new life.

Angus looked older, they all looked older, but the guy who worried me the most was Brian. he can still belt them out, but for how long? Thats gotta be suicide for a guy’s voice.

photo of Angus Young by Joey Maloney used with permission – see his whole set here

because God loves me

i didnt have a ticket and hardly anyone was selling. but i had $180 so i figured id be ok

one dude was all, i can get you in for $150 and i almost took him up on it

but this other dude took the ticket from the scalpers hand while i was thinking

so i kept walking closer to the forum and this chick i kid you not was saying to her man

“i cant believe people would drive through all that traffic, pay $20 to park way over at Hollywood Park

“and not have a ticket. i mean, omg, why would you risk it?”

i saw this black dude and he said, i have 1 ticket and it’s great, it’s third row loge. right near the floor. $200.

i said i have 140 maybe 160. he said gimme 160.

and i did and he gave me one of those paper tickets the ones you print out of your printer. it said it was row c, seat 1, and i said God please let this be the real thing, and suddenly i really wanted to go to the show.

and the lady in front of me was asked by the ticket taker “are you sure you havent been in here yet?” cuz her ticket was having probs getting scanned.

and the dude next to me, he was having probs with his ticket getting scanned, they had to type in every number.

so i said one more final prayer.

and when it was my time, the scan didnt work at first, but she tried it again and the gun said GO and i said thank you Lord

and soon i had a $9 PBR and we were all singing along to Hells Bells

and i said, this is the song i want them to play at my wake.

and when it was all over, i turned on the ACDC station on Sirius and cranked it with both windows open all through the parking lot, up Crenshaw, across the 105 freeway, around that crazy 126 story loop in the sky to the 110

and past staples and past down town and onto the Hollywood Freeway and to my house.

AC/DC was there the day i hit puberty, and there they were the day my dream job went chapter 11.

hell aint a bad place to be.