Back in Black
"This is the stuff that rockstars are made of. I dont know how many of you saw the entire footage of how the album ""Back in Black"" was made. It was featured on VH1 Channel. I saw this and instantly my entire opinion of the band AC/DC changed. For those of you who do not know about the band, read on.
Starting off from scratch with the smalltime pub scene, AC/DC pounded their way to the top with the lead singer Bon Scott. The band consisted of the guitarist brothers Angus Young and Malcolm Young. Both gods in their own right just waiting for the world to sit up and take notice. This was slated to happen in the end of 1975 when they were joined by a new bassist Mark Evans. On the drums was Phil Rudd. These five released a ground-breaking album called TNT. This threw AC/DC into the big league. Bon Scott became a name to reckon with as the front man. And people started to worship him and his unique high-pitched vocals.
With this started tours of England and Europe but they were yet to break into the USA. They released a couple of more albums and then came the big one. But before that Mark Evans was to leave the band due to his differences with the band members and was replaced by Cliff Richards. ""Highway to Hell"" is still considered as one of the best AC/DC records ever. Although I wouldn't agree to that. After the success of Highway to Hell AC/DC were up and running all over the world.
They were to be stalled by the tragic death of the frontman Bon Scott who after drinking a bit too much choked on his own vomit. Strange, but true. The band went into a bit of mourning with the rude shock that they had got. But just 6 weeks later and with the permission from Bon Scott's family they went ahead in search of a new vocalist. The outcome was the current vocalist Brian Johnson who was from Cleveland.
Back in Black was released as a tribute to Bon Scott. But as even he wouldnt have wanted it to be a meek and emotional album they came up with an album with power. An album that told the rest of the world that, look, we are invincible and nothing can stop us. Packed with trademark Angus Young guitar riffs and pounding drums by Phil Rudd came their first album with Brian Johnson as the vocalist. It became one of the most powerful hard rock albums ever and the best AC/DC record according to me. With songs like Hell's Bells and Back in Black unleashing the juggernaut of the new AC/DC. Fans lapped up this album with more than 10,000 copies being sold everyday. This was to be the defining album in the history of Hard Rock. It became a Platinum album and their tours were packed with screaming rockers the world over.
This is the music that came from the heart with no hypocritical mourning and emotional bullshit dished out to people to show false emotions of ""yeah we are sad about the death of our vocalist"". Bon Scott was a part of them and like their brother. They did mourn his death. But in a way that Bon Scott would have himself wanted to do. This is the power of AC/DC. At this point I would like to reiterate what I said before. This is the stuff that rockstars are made of. This is how music is made. Straight from the heart.
UPDATE: Just found out that Back in Black is the 6th best selling album of all time, with over 30 million copies sold."
So?
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Man comes poor.
Man slogs ass off.
Man becomes rich.
Man has kid.
Kid is bad.
Man dies.
Kid becomes good.
So what?!!?
Gah! Never should have gone for it. This number of imbecile writers and directors in this industry is increasing ridiculously. Gone are the days when people used to say that, ""Hey thats an Amitabh movie. It should be good"". The Big B has lost his discretion among the big $$. Never again will I ever go for his movie thinking that it might be half decent. I went for ""Waqt"" yesterday. It was by far one of the worst movies I have ever seen. Lets skip to one of my fortes on which I can blabber about. Music.
The movie had some really amazing lyrics in the songs. What with lyrics like:
Do me a favor, lets play Holi!!
Ohh yes and all that in that amazingly high pitched half-male-half-female-half-martian voice of the famous - hold your breath - music director Anu Malik. 
These are the songs on which our young so-called hep guys and gals will dance to when they go to the discotheques. And they'll scream, ""Ohh what a remix!!!""
I can just puke at these songs.
Where are the days when music came from the heart?? Where are the days of Queen, Guns N Roses and Pink Floyd...??
Everytime I switch on that boob tube I feel like tearing it apart when I check out the music channels. Mindless remixes with lyrics so stupid that they can make a blonde look brilliant. These are the days when people dance to artists who fool them by lip synching on stage. I will hope better days will be back again. A wave meaningful music HAS to sweep this nation of fools. I dont mean just rock. I mean meaningful music.
There I go again.... I can fill pages and pages on the shitty music that is dished out to these stupid people who take all that shit. Forget it.
Period.
Moral of the story: If you hate someone, give them free tickets for the movie Waqt. If you want to show a little mercy, gift them earplugs also. Unless of course if they are one from the 'remixed' generation.
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Here I go again….
"I don't know where I'm going
But, I sure know where I've been
Hanging on the promises
In songs of yesterday
An' I've made up my mind,
I ain't wasting no more time
But, here I go again
Here I go again
Tho' I keep searching for an answer,
I never seem to find what I'm looking for
Oh lord, I pray
You give me strength to carry on,
'cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams
Its been a real long silence. Actually at one point of time I was thinking of stopping this blog. But heck I wouldn't give in so easily.
Life has had quite a few changes. I have become an itinerant. And I have learnt to live out of the bag, quite difficult initially I must say. But soon you get the hang of it. Its wonderful how your mind set changes as you get more and more detached from the notion of attachment. Sounds funny. Let me explain.
It was just a year back that I left home for pursuing my MBA at a place so far away that I couldn't go back home more often. Apart from in those long breaks between semesters. Well, the very first time I went home, there was this strange sense of excitement and feeling of relief that I was back home. But the next time I came home, it had decreased considerably and this last time, even more so. I mean it was almost like going back to the formative years when you learn to live your own life. Only those years came a little too late for me. And now there's no looking back. The next six months of industry training are gonna make me see more of India and become, probably, more used to this way of life.
These days there's not much I can do at home, apart from watching an odd movie here and there and maybe meet a few friends on weekends. Have a longing to go back to IIT where I spent the past one year. Life seems to make much more sense back there. Its simpler and I can relate to things there much more now, than I can at home. Probably everyone goes through this phase of life or maybe its just me.
So I saw this movie called ""The Motorcycle Diaries"". Beautiful movie I must say. An absolute reccomendation. For more information check out the IMDB Database here. The movie is in Spanish. Check it out with English subtitles.
Been reading ""The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy"". A strong reccomendation from my girl, which I never paid attention to. And now that I have nothing else to do, I've started reading it and must say, its an awesome book. Has me in splits all the time. Check it out and the new movie based on the same book also. So long and thanks for all the fish
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