Ever since I got my new iPhone with video capabilities a few weeks ago, I’ve been wanting to do this: upload a video from my phone to YouTube and then immediately post the video to Panopticist using Movable Type’s mobile interface. I’m sitting in the upper tier at Giants Stadium, where AC/DC has just begun its set. It’s my first stadium show since I saw Pink Floyd at the Hoosierdome in 1987. It’s 9:30pm. Here’s a clip from their first song:

Well, crap, it appears to be impossible to copy and paste a YouTube embed code on an iPhone—the code won’t select. So here’s a direct link to the video on YouTube—I’ll fix this later:

http://bit.ly/4wlAz

UPDATE, Saturday morning: I’m not the first person to discover that YouTube’s embed codes aren’t selectable on an iPhone. As this guy points out, it’s because the iPhone doesn’t allow you to select form-field text that isn’t editable—and YouTube’s embed codes aren’t editable on YouTube. Luckily, there’s a workaround: On tools4noobs.com, you can paste in the URL of a YouTube video and it’ll spit out a valid XHTML embed code that you can then copy. So, here’s another video from last night—it’s “You Shook Me All Night Long” in its entirety. The sound quality is really bad—I wasn’t surprised to discover that the iPhone’s microphone can’t handle high volumes.

I love technology. And I also love to rock. Viva the Young brothers! It was a great show.

In November, I roped my pal Clive Thompson into joining me for one of the two AC/DC shows at Madison Square Garden. Though I wasn’t a huge AC/DC fan back when I was a guitar-playing, classic-rocking adolescent, I’ve become sort of obsessed with them in the last few years. Their rhythm section is one of the tightest, most rocking ever—viva Malcolm Young!—and their devotion to pure rock form hasn’t wavered in 35 years. Their new album, Black Ice, is pretty fine, and the lead track, “Rock ’n’ Roll Train,” is one of their best since the early-’80s glory years with producer Mutt Lange, who focused the band’s raw power and shaped the rhythm section into an incredibly tight, earth-shaking combo.

Clive and I didn’t have tickets to the show, which was sold out, and neither of us wanted to pay face value, about $90 each. So we planned to try our luck with the scalpers outside. If we failed, we’d just go drink beer somewhere in the neighborhood. We showed up outside the arena an hour after the doors opened, figuring that scalpers would be eager to get rid of any unsold tickets by then. Our price goal: $60 each. We didn’t know if this was realistic, but we weren’t too worried about it, because drinking beer was a pretty good backup option.

And that’s how we came to buy two counterfeit tickets. First I’ll tell the story of how and why we bought them, and then I’ll show you the ticket.

Neither Clive nor I had been to an arena-rock show in years. We knew we’d have to be on the lookout for ripoffs and scams, but we weren’t sure we’d be able to detect a professionally forged ticket. For all we knew, recent advances in printing technologies had led to a mishmash of ticket styles, with different appearances generated by different printing systems: at the arena, at a record store, at Ticketmaster outlets, and so forth. Had increased computerization led to greater standardization of ticket appearance, or less? We didn’t know. We also wondered whether scalpers had enough design talent to forge tickets convincingly.

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