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Presenting the all new Black Satin kaftan caftan dress. I’m trying out the color black first, then I’ll enter the other shades as well. What color do you think would be popular for satin kaftans? I’ll try and bring it up in the next meeting….
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How does a skinny middle aged man in an ill-fitting schoolboy’s suit have the power to make 60,000 people stand on their feet and chant his name?
He needs to be Angus Young.
As he has been for more than 30 years, Young was the heartbeat of AC/DC’s first concert in Australia since 2001 last night at Melbourne’s Docklands Stadium.
AC/DC again proved they love a big stadium show and pulled out their full range of tricks; their massive stage and light show needs 70 semi-trailers to cart them around the country.
From the fully pyrotechnic opening with the new Rock ‘N’ Roll Train to the encore with the classic Highway To Hell, seats were superfluous.
The bigger the better for Young who, at 54, has the energy of the schoolboy whose suit he stole.
As mighty as Malcolm Young, Phil Rudd and Cliff Williams are in the background, this show is all about Young, magnificently supported by Brian Johnson and his 63-year-old rasping vocals.
Young continually threw himself and his guitar around the stage and up and down a 50-metre catwalk with relentless showmanship. He didn’t stop throughout the two-hour show.
When he was elevated above the catwalk on a hydraulic platform, topless and soaked in sweat for a 20-minute guitar solo, the crowd was in the palm of his hand.
When he had earlier peeled off the first notes of the unmistakable opening to Thunderstruck, the chants went up: “Angus! Angus! Angus!”.
Back In Black was the third song. The crowd then feasted on Dirty Deeds, Thunderstruck, Hell’s Bells, Shoot To Thrill, High Voltage, TNT and more.
I ADMIT THE MUSIC IS A BIT HARSH TO SOME PEOPLE…BUT I LOVE IT!
Charting the impossible. The unseeable.
It is very hard for us to admit that, after all is said and done, we do not really know what will happen. Most, run away from that. It would be admitting that we do not know what tomorrow brings and that is a scary thought for a lot of people.
Some people dedicate their lives in trying to prove themselves right. I see that for most of them, that path only brings suffering and pain.
Sure, some became our greats. Malcolm X. Mandela. Aung San Suu Kyi. Aum Shrinkyo dude with a fetish for pubic hair and nerve gas. Stalin. Lenin. Pol Pot. Ruben Hurricane Carter. John James Audubon. Clara Barton. George Washington Carver. John Chapman.
The history of mankind is fraught with struggle. I look at it in awe and thought to myself, “Why all the drama? Why so serious?”
Can the same things be achieved without drama? Without pain? Without suffering? Can two or more conflicting realities exist side by side and be done with it?
So that’s why, I guess, I put on my blackface makeup. Why I am part of the minstrel show.
Oh, man. The Messiah Complex.
I believe in a God system. We can all explain away the physical existence of everything. What no one can come up with a Darwin theory for, is the evolution of awareness. That thing where you realise, and know, for sure, that you are here, right now, sitting down or standing up, and contemplating.
That you are Citizen X, wearing outfit Y, who went to school Z and befriended A and ate R and is secretly harboring a desire for F.
And since it is a cycle, and a system, its cyclic and systemic nature will eventually one day lead us back to the source.
The giant big Awareness machine. The biggest ego in the universe. And that’s our real maker.
It could just be a big giant black hole. And we all go to sleep. Talking of sleep…zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.