Ok, I look like a refined suburban husband and father. But I grew up in a small town in the British Columbia interior.
Now, for those of you who grew up in small British Columbia towns in the 1980s, you know that the hair was Mullet-extreme, the car was a black Firebird “ThunderChicken”, and the music was a mixture of pop-metal, led by those Australian bad boys, AC/DC.
I grew in musical tastes and listen to so much now that to say I have a single musical taste is insane.
But I still have a weakness for AC/DC, as it was the subconscious soundtrack to my teenage years. So right now I have Back in Black, Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap, and High Voltage blasting through the living room. This is the one advantage to being home alone this week.
I think the dog has gone into hiding…