IN THE BEGINNING Where I went to high school in the Midwest, you were either a boozer or a stoner. Boozers listened to AC/DC; stoners to Zeppelin. I was neither a boozer nor a stoner, but I knew which side of the coin I was on the minute my Dad turned the volume down on AC/DC's epic "Big Balls." Instantly I was captivated by Bon Scott's tongue-in-check lyrical genius, and asked my father to please, for the love of balls, turn it up again.
If there was a pinnacle moment where my heart subscribed to AC/DC for all eternity, it was the Read more »