Tonight, at the Scottrade Center, one of my all time favorite bands will rock the collective ass of St. Louis for all that it's worth. Ladies and Gentlemen, AC/DC is in the house. I know, I don't really seem the sort to love AC/DC, but what can I say? Maybe it's the screech of Brian Johnson's vocals, maybe it's the schoolboy outfits, maybe it's the Razor's Edge tee shirt my high school girlfriend Jill used to wear after sex. You know what? I'm going to be honest with you; it's probably that last
