I'm not gonna regale you with tales of all the times I was lucky enough to see AC/DC in their prime, but every time I saw them I always made an effort to watch the drummer, and inadvertently I'd fixate on the proverbial heart and soul of the band, the younger older brother, the real and true one and only Riffmaster, Malcolm Young. He would just stand there directly in front of his amps, which had a couple of tins of lager on top of them, cigarette dangling from his mouth, just cranking away at some old looking oddly shaped guitar, hair all fluttering around, bashing the ever living fuck out of it and propelling the band to bigger and greater heights sonically and musically. That's the Malcolm Young I'm going to choose to remember - forever young. The bands statement, which you can read here, is both fitting and heartfelt. "Malcolm, job well done" indeed! Another part of my childhood has died, and the older I get, the easier it becomes to deal with it. Doesn't make it hurt any less though. RIP Malcolm Young. It is well deserved and earned. Go easy... step lightly... stay free.
Scottish by birth, British by law,
Rocker by the grace of God.
To live in hearts we leave behind, is not to die.