The ageless schoolboy turns 55 years old today. Now, I could go into a rant on how AC/DC is the greatest rock ‘n’ roll band in the history of the world (with KISS being a close second) — but I won’t. This is an ode to the man himself. I have seen AC/DC numerous times in concert, and Angus’ “in your face” presence and on-stage antics never cease to amaze me. He is a SHOWMAN in every sense of the word, and has entertained his audience like none other for the past 37 years. Even if you are not a fan of the band, do yourself a favor and throw “No Bull” or “Live In Donnington” on your Netflix queue.
Yes, he’s cut his hair (long hair looks terrible when you’re going bald); yes, his ceremonial concert “mooning” is tamed a bit (he now only strips down to his boxer shorts); but the man can still “duckwalk” around stage, run back and forth for two straight hours, and go into his trademark spasms, or “seizure fits,” with the same enthusiasm and intensity that entertained his fans when AC/DC was playing tiny clubs in Australia in the 1970’s.
I had the pleasure of meeting Angus (and the rest of the band) back in 2000, during a Virgin Megastore album-signing session in New York City’s Times Square. I waited in line for nearly three hours–and it was worth every minute. I asked him to pose for me as I snapped a photo, and of course he went right into character, grimacing and placing his hands atop his head sporting the devil horns.
Eventually, every rock star’s career must come to an end (even that of a 5 foot 2 inch, 115 lb. fireball), but one thing is for certain: Angus Young has successfully left his mark. Not too shabby for a guy who gave up school at age 15 and went to work for a soft porn magazine (Ribald) as a printer. 
