Okay, let’s talk about getting my hands on a proper Australian AC/DC poster.
The Hunt Begins
So, I got this idea stuck in my head. I didn’t just want any AC/DC poster, no. It had to be an Australian one. You know, something from back home for the boys, maybe an early tour print or one specifically for an Aussie leg of a tour. Seemed like a cool thing to have, a bit different from the usual stuff you see everywhere.
Finding one, though? That turned into a whole thing. I started digging online, obviously. Spent hours scrolling through auction sites, fan forums, dodgy-looking memorabilia shops online. You find tons of stuff listed as “Australian,” but most of it looked like cheap reprints or stuff that wasn’t really just for Australia. It was frustrating, wading through all the junk.
Getting Warmer
I tried getting specific, searching for particular tours like ‘High Voltage’ or ‘Dirty Deeds’ Aussie runs. That narrowed it down a bit, but the real deal posters were either crazy expensive or looked beat to hell. I asked around in a couple of rock memorabilia groups I’m in online. Put out some feelers, you know? Said I was looking for an authentic Aussie AC/DC piece.
Got a few leads. Some guys pointed me to dealers, but their prices were just nuts. Then one dude, a fellow collector based in Melbourne, messaged me. Said he had a duplicate poster from the ‘Back in Black’ tour, the specific Australian release version. He sent me some photos. It wasn’t mint condition, had some wear, pinholes in the corners, but it looked real. It had that look, you know? Not glossy and perfect like a reprint.
Making the Deal and the Wait
We talked price. It wasn’t cheap, let me tell you, but it felt fair for what it was, considering how hard they are to find in decent nick. Pulled the trigger. Paid the man. Then came the waiting game. Shipping something fragile like a poster halfway across the world? Nerve-wracking.
He said he packed it well, rolled in a sturdy tube. But still, you worry. Took about three weeks to arrive. Tracking was patchy, spent half the time showing it stuck somewhere in customs. Every day I checked, expecting bad news.
Finally Got It
The tube finally showed up. Looked a bit battered from the journey, honestly. My stomach did a little flip. I carefully opened up one end, slid the poster out slow as I could. Unrolled it on the floor.
And there it was. Looked just like the photos. Maybe even better in person. You could see the age, the faint folds, the slight yellowing of the paper. It felt authentic. It even had that old paper smell. Relief, man. Big time.
Took it straight to a framer the next day. Didn’t want to risk damaging it. Found a simple black frame, nothing too fancy, let the poster do the talking. Cost a bit to get it framed properly with UV-protective glass, but totally necessary.
Up on the Wall
Now it’s hanging up in my office, right where I can see it. Every time I look at it, I remember the whole chase. The digging, the dead ends, the waiting, the relief. It wasn’t easy, took time and cash, but yeah, absolutely worth it. It’s not just a poster, it’s a bit of Aussie rock history, and getting it felt like a proper mission accomplished.
