THE PENULTIMATE CHAPTER OF “THE UNVEILING”
Night fell on the Claremont Showgrounds. The Party Boys were on stage. Through the speakers came the first unmistakable clang of an AC/DC riff. The crowd went absolutely nuts. We’re talking stampede, fists pumping the air, with either a single index finger pointing to heaven, or else the index-and-little-finger “rock on!!” combo.
During the course of the day, all the bands I saw perform (Rose Tattoo, Noiseworks, The Angels, The Screaming Jets) had played original songs. Jackie, of the mother-daughter combo we had met earlier, had a theory about this.
“You know why?” she said. “Think about it. Everyone’s playing their own songs. Nobody is playing AC/DC tracks. Why do you reckon that is? Well, think about it! Who do you think might be coming on stage later as “special guests?!”
She gave me a significant look.
No. It couldn’t be. Surely not. Angus and Malcolm wouldn’t have come all this way. Would they?. Not after a performance drought of 7 years. For a start, how would they have gotten through Perth airport without being spotted and swamped by AC/DC starved maniacs? If the fans I’ve met so far are any indication, the intrepid Simmo and Glenn and their ilk would’ve gotten wind of this scoop months ago. It would have caused a riot.
Furthermore, word on the street is that Angus and Malcolm have shown no interest at all in attending or supporting the statue unveiling. And of course, according to Bon’s biographer Clinton Walker, they don’t wish to wallow in ancient history.
So with these rationalisations I dismissed the idea of a surprise AC/DC appearance.
But all the same, once Jackie had planted that glimmer of hope, I couldn’t sweep it from the back of my mind.
What if the band really did make show up to pay homage to their former mate? What if they actually did get up on stage to blow off our heads with their own guitars?
Mayhem. It would put Perth on the rock and roll map for sure. And in years to come we could tell our children (many of whom, no doubt, would have been conceived this very night) that we had been there. That would really be something.
And it was at this moment, with these ridiculous fantasies running through my mind, standing twenty metres back from the stage, reaching my right arm high into the air and screaming out the words (as best I remembered them) to “Let there be Rock” that I realised my transformation was complete.
I am an AC/DC fan.