“A real entertainer, a mischief maker, lover of no fixed abode…”
I never thought, at the age of twelve (when I first discovered AC/DC), that I’d be reading Malcolm Young’s obituaries in the mainstream press. And yet, here they are: Rolling Stone, NPR, The Los Angeles Times, CBS News, The New York Times, The Guardian, and Guitar World. Angus Young, on behalf of the band.
Never has one man done so much, so many times, with so few chords.
First song of the first AC/DC show I saw, just a few weeks after this one, at what was then called Brendan Byrne Arena in East Rutherford, New Jersey–December 9, 1983. It could have been yesterday. The single most memorable experience of my life to date (I’m not ashamed to say), and I owe it primarily to Malcolm Young.