For the longest time, my only AC/DC record was the live If You Want Blood, You've Got It. It wasn't so much that I didn't know about (or even like) the other albums, but more an issue of only so many LP-buying dollars to go around. Hey, I was a sixteen year old with a part-time job at the drug store!
Yes, we did absolutely love Highway To Hell when it came out. We ground the grooves smooth on that record, and were absolutely shocked at the death of Bon Scott. So much for a great band.
Some of us were more than a little skeptical at the rumor of a new AC/DC album, with a new lead singer. Well, somehow the boys managed to find Brian Johnson, whose voice paid respect to their tradition while adding something new. Back In Black was a statement. We're done? Oh, no we're NOT! Damnation, I loved that record. Still do.
The power of the band is more evident in concert. They're a relentless freight train of sound, with little cartoonish Angus flying all over the stage while unleashing crazy leads that splatter onto the walls. Though subsequent records still seemed like events, it was the tour that we looked forward to. The shows were always full of bombast and fun.
I even have to credit the band for making me realize how precious sense of hearing is. The AC/DC show in Portland, Maine on the For Those About To Rock... tour was the very last rock show I attended without wearing earplugs. The music didn't seem that loud, but those cannon shots? Oh, they were bad. The next day I was at a meeting at work and had to ask somebody in the conference room to repeat what he'd just said a couple of times. His words seemed fuzzy to me. That scared the bejeezuz outa me.
I have to say that I'm not all that thrilled with these exclusivity deals but hey, the musical marketplace is kinda weird these days. The fact that they're with Walmart is even more annoying. I hate the place for a number of reasons. Worse yet, I have to drive quite a distance just to get to one. But I needed a couple of quarts of motor oil, so what the hell. I schlepped over there, negotiated through the screaming kids at the Subway at the front of the store, and made my way to the music section.