Welcome to the Jungle

House lights dim to the roar of thousands of kids packed shoulder to shoulder. Crushing power chords drown the din, then the spotlights focus on the figure atop a wall of amplifiers. Dressed in the short pants, blazer, regimental tie, and short-brimmed hat of an Australian school-boy, Angus Young stands frozen, his arm outstretched above a ringing Gibson SG. Suddenly the lights cut out, enveloping the stadium in darkness. Seconds later they refocus to extreme …showed first 75 words of 4238 total…

…showed last 75 words of 4238 total…of blowing when we are building something up or bringing it down. Songs like "The Jack"-you've got a little bit of room to do blues things. There's always that spontaneity there. It's those sparks that are going to make it rock. Will Malcolm rearrange parts onstage? Ah, yeah-rhythms. He'll do something. We've got all these things in our heads that make us do different things now and again. It's just to make it swing.