Roughly 30 years ago, I stopped at the local record store in my hometown of Spencer, Iowa, and bought a cassette tape of AC/DC’s “Highway to Hell.” I was 14 and played that tape again and again until the hiss on the cassette overshadowed the songs.
Flash forward to present. A few days ago, my 14-year-old son was playing some songs from YouTube and invited me to sit down to hear a tune from (drumroll) AC/DC. Talk about deja vu. Two generations appreciating the same band at precisely the same age. It struck a proverbial chord. The moment made me smile. And while I don’t rock out to songs like “Back in Black” or “You Shook Me All Night Long” anymore, I’m pretty pleased that my son took a liking to the same band that entertained his Dad three decades ago.
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