AC/DC – Live Wire. “if you’re lookin’ for trouble”
I thought I only got into AC/DC after leaving Worcestershire, with Highway to Hell, but I remember the band being part of the soundtrack of our lives. I recall them being more dangerous before that album, more crude, more unpredictable, and looking at images and videos of Bon Scott, he comes across as a tougher frontman than Brian Johnson.
What was great about the band was the rhythm section, and with this song, it cracks along at a swinging pace. The lead guitar throws out notes like shards of broken glass and Scott menaces the words over the top.
I wouldn’t say my friend was like a Bon Scott in my life. Though he did introduce elements of danger and excitement that I probably otherwise wouldn’t have known, and maybe helped establish a pattern I’ve followed of going against my inner slug to try things that I don’t think I would like, get to know people who I might not initially find sympathetic or my type – to break away in my own quiet style. Going round to his place, he often seemed to be in trouble with his older siblings and particularly his father. I’d show up and he might be at the door, ready to make a beeline away on his bike. Messing around in farmers’ barn and outhouses, opening rusty pots with no label (I managed to cover my hair in creosote a day before the school photograph), scaling narrow bridges – escapades that brought a drop of adrenaline into my life – always chivvied along by the live wire I knew, never happy to settle for the mundane, when cheek and bravado and twinkle would take us to more adventurous states.