I am proud to say that the very first concert I ever attended was AC/DC. When I was in 7th grade (1990), I wrote a letter to my aunt stating that the best Christmas gift I could ever receive is going to the AC/DC show that upcoming November at the Met Center in Minnesota (Met Center is no longer in existence). Sure enough, a few days before the concert, she drove two hours to pick me up unannounced and drove me to the Twin Cities suburb on concert night. She listened to stuff like Indigo Girls, so AC/DC was definitely not her band of choice and she hated city driving, but she went out of her way to provide one of my best memories ever. She also somehow got us main floor tickets only 13 rows back and smack dab in the middle so pretty much the best seats possible. They put on an outstanding show, of course. Even my aunt was entertained by Angus.
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