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Angus Young - Lead Guitar
Malcolm Young - Rhythm Guitar
Brian Johnson - Lead Vocals
Cliff Williams - Bass
Phil Rudd - Drums

Info

Supported by: Nantucket

Tickets: $9.50 / 11.00

Promoter: Bill Graham Presents

Capacity: 14,500

Attendance: 14,500

SOLD OUT

Fan reviews:

By Tania Korbus, San Jose, CA:
My first rock concert, just days before I started my freshman year in high school. I thought I was the shit. I was going to see AC/DC! AC/DC! I'd mourn Bon Scott forever, but I was going to see my first real rock concert and it was AC/DC! It was more then I could have imagined. I am still a non-stop rocker, too many concerts to name. My teenagers have often thanked God that I am their mom. They don't miss a thing.

I will never forget the lights going out, the spot light on the bell lowering in the center of the Cow Palace, and the bell tolling... dong... dong... dong... 13 dongs until Angus says his refrained, controlled, percise subtle hello welcoming us to Hells Bells. I managed to create memories for most of the songs on the album during my freshman year. The most prominent, but not the proudest, was my best friends and I's tribute to "Have a drink on me"! Well, we did, with a little too much enthusism. It became our forever theme song, as the years went by, the meaning continually changed, as needed!

Anyway, thank you AC/DC, my first real high school crush. It's lasted my entire life thus far, and no one is close to taking your place.

By Diamond Dave, San Jose, CA:
Completely magical, smokey, hazy... and then the massive speaker towers began to hum... Brian Johnson was coming out to say "AC/DC was back". I remember liking how they wove the new material from Back in Black into some of the classics that Bon Scott would sing. Brian did a great rendition of The Jack... she's got the jack! And Whole Lotta Rosie, but they steered clear of some iconic Bon Scott songs... and excelled on the new material. I enjoyed this concert so much that I was sure to get my tickets the next time they came around on the "For Those About to Rock" tour. Great time.

By Polly 'Angus' Hausmann, Santa Rosa, CA:
I was 16 years old and had all of the U.S. released AC/DC albums (vinyl, and cassettes for my car). To say that I was a Big Fan is an understatement (I signed yearbooks and my angst-ridden teenage poetry as 'Angus Hausmann'). But I never got to see them with Bon Scott. :(

When the Back in Black tour came through California, I was lucky to be included at the invitation of a chaperoning mother for the ride down to the Cow Palace in South San Francisco with a gaggle of girlfriends. The show was a mind-blowing experience. The opening band -- Nantucket -- made the mistake of covering an AC/DC song (I cannot recall which one), and got a serious round of "boos" and some objects thrown on stage. My eyes were fixated on Angus the entire time.

It was a fantastic experience, and my only regret is that I do not still have the 3/4 sleeve concert t-shirt.

By Eric Percy, San Francisco, California, USA:
Wow! Need I say more? I grew up in San Francisco's Bayview Hunters Point neighborhood, (not far from the Cow Palace) listening to soul music. It wasn't until I moved up to Vacaville California and hanging with the white kid's that I started listening to rock n roll. HARD ROCK! Like the lady said earlier. For me. Just turned 18. 1st rock concert! Ears ringing for weeks! And when Brian Johnson broke into "Shot Down In Flames" he showed nothing but props to Bon Scott! An experience so vivid to me some 41 years later. GOD BLESS AC/DC

By Big John Elliott, Albion Ridge, CA:
Skepticism abounded from the floor as Brian took the stage: "Who is this pretender? Who could dare to try and take the place of the legendary Bon Scott??" Brian commenced to set the record straight, as he shredded his vocal chords for our listening pleasure. I had no idea that much sound could come from one vocalist. Angus went into his solo convulsions, showering us with his sweat. This was it, the full-on rock experience! The show was the epitome of thrashed-out raw energy. Me and my buddy had sold out our Wheat Thins boxes of Mendocino doobage, and traded the left over remnants for a sheet of blotter - this came on about the time of the finale. Navigating our way out was epic as well, as a '59 Caddy convertible was spinning donuts out front, on four flat tires, amid a shower of empty Jack bottles. There was a Jeep Wagoneer hanging off a retaining wall at the end of the access road, teetering precariously. We navigated the length of SF, trying earnestly to locate the Golden Gate, which unfortunately melted halfway across. Somehow making it back to Mendocino County line, we suddenly realized that we had a mountain of 1's and 5's from the reefer sales. That was certainly a night to remember