Ty Mahany

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How the hell can a person review AC/DC?

It’s like reviewing the god damned moon. There it is, it’s always gonna be just like that and you either appreciate the awesomeness of it or you continue looking at the ground for signs of your broken dreams which were shitty to begin with because you are a bad person. That right there was a very long weird sentence, but it had to be. I have to convey a frustration that I have rarely had to face: a person who dislikes AC/DC.

I think it may have happened about four times, but each individual episode is all gauzy in my mind covered in shame and revulsion. Look, there are literally millions of things in the world that I just don’t like. Millions of people like those things. That is fine. I cannot stress how fine that is, especially in any type of art situation. I have had wonderful and intriguing conversations with guys who like the Drowning Pool and ladies who are nuts about Henry Miller. Hey that is there thing and even though I may say some disparaging things the bottom line is I don’t honestly care. My outlook on you as a person isn’t going colored too darkly by your music or literary preferences. That isn’t to say it can’t be. You can go too far.

The immediate person that comes to mind is a Juggalo. If you are unfamiliar a Juggalo is a person that has devoted his life to the band Insane Clown Posse, who have got to be the smartest marketers of all the jokey quasi-mystical rap bands. Juggaloes have taken a small portion of their youth fetishized it, and made sacred the mundanity of it. Juggaloes are the Aggies of music fandom. Even then I am not gonna hate you. That’s your thing do it as hard as you want just don’t ask me for any money. A person that doesn’t like AC/DC however, I just can’t think of what would make their continued living worthwhile.

They are the only thing I can experience and be left wondering how a person could dislike it; just utterly and completely stumped. I will give anyone born before 1945 or so a pass. They were too affected by the depression to give fun a chance. Maybe certain of the more strident feminists I can understand. I would argue that the sexism in AC/DC is far too cartoonish to really take seriously, but fine I understand your lines are way beyond my own and you were never going to have a beer with me anyway. So there you go, if you are not in one of those two groups and you don’t like AC/DC you have decided that life should be long and shitty. You killed your inner sixteen year old
with something macrobiotic and have serious opinions about men’s wear.

You and I will never get along because I like fun.

AC/DC is fun brought to life, it is all sins and half grins, its stolen beers at your grandpas poker game and you know damn well he saw you, he just didn’t care, its grabbing your first boob and saying it was two, it is sticking with the single entendre because who the hell needs two at this time of the god damned morning, it is the highway to hell and how despite everything your parents said that is exactly where you want to be. It is a bunch of tiny men on stage singing to the tiny man in all of us no matter what genitalia you are currently displaying.

So in conclusion: AC/DC played last night and I was there. How the fuck do you THINK it went?