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coconuthead and sacramentalist, I feel compelled to tell my college AC/DC-song story.
At one time in college I was surrounded by the very coolest of the cool people. A collection of them were in 2 (or sometimes 3) comedy troupes at Emerson College. One evening, after a show closing by one of the groups (it may have been Emerson Comedy Workshop, but I'm not sure; it could have been This is Pathetic which, aside from being v.funny, is known in the early 70s for rejecting Jay Leno [see "funny"]), we went to the apartment of a woman whose name has been escaping me for years. Anyway. It was a really nice apartment, and the participants of the 2 comedy troupes were there. It was all a rather tense affair, as there was a one-upmanship of artsiness going on. But then my friend John Kuntz* (pronounced Koonts), who was in ECW, took out the Best of Blondie CD and put it on. People started to relax as we hear "Heart of Glass". CD finishes. By this time, the taint of artsiness starts to fade.
Then he puts in AC/DC's Back in Black. The joint goes crazy. Here we are, w/our dyed hair, our leather jackets, our Doc Martin's (just then becoming cooler than cool), and we are headbanging to "You Shook Me All Night Long". There was no artsy-class warfare. There was no attempt to be the coolest of the cool. There were about 15 former high school geeks who, even if we hated Heavy Metal when we were 16, couldn't stop banging around to most of these songs.
It has made Back in Black a sentimental favorite of mine. I cannot play it without remembering the guys' (short, gelled) hair flowing as they bobbed up and down (alas, I cannot remember if there were any air guitar performances). Or the sight, when we hit the street, of looking up to the 14th floor, and seeing the shadows of these once-upon-a-time (and would be again) pretentious 20 year olds jumping up and down on the floor.
*major artsy edit: seriously, the guy's got a show off-broadway. And it's got its own website. Did I mention that he was one of my best friends in college? And did I mention I lived w/him for over a year? And did I mention that there were other things that occurred between me and him while he was still closeted? Does that make me famous, or pathetic that I just mentioned all of this?
coconuthead and sacramentalist, I feel compelled to tell my college AC/DC-song story. At one time in college I was surrounded by the very coolest of the cool people. A collection of them were in 2 (or sometimes 3) comedy troupes at Emerson College. One evening, after a show closing by one of the groups (it may have been Emerson Comedy Workshop, but I'm not sure; it could have been This is Pathetic which, aside from being v.funny, is known in the early 70s for rejecting Jay Leno [see "funny"]), we went to the apartment of a woman whose name has been escaping me for years. Anyway. It was a really nice apartment, and the participants of the 2 comedy troupes were there. It was all a rather tense affair, as there was a one-upmanship of artsiness going on. But then my friend John Kuntz* (pronounced Koonts), who was in ECW, took out the Best of Blondie CD and put it on. People started to relax as we hear "Heart of Glass". CD finishes. By this time, the taint of artsiness starts to fade.
Then he puts in AC/DC's Back in Black. The joint goes crazy. Here we are, w/our dyed hair, our leather jackets, our Doc Martin's (just then becoming cooler than cool), and we are headbanging to "You Shook Me All Night Long". There was no artsy-class warfare. There was no attempt to be the coolest of the cool. There were about 15 former high school geeks who, even if we hated Heavy Metal when we were 16, couldn't stop banging around to most of these songs.
It has made Back in Black a sentimental favorite of mine. I cannot play it without remembering the guys' (short, gelled) hair flowing as they bobbed up and down (alas, I cannot remember if there were any air guitar performances). Or the sight, when we hit the street, of looking up to the 14th floor, and seeing the shadows of these once-upon-a-time (and would be again) pretentious 20 year olds jumping up and down on the floor.
*major artsy edit: seriously, the guy's got a show off-broadway. And it's got its own website. Did I mention that he was one of my best friends in college? And did I mention I lived w/him for over a year? And did I mention that there were other things that occurred between me and him while he was still closeted? Does that make me famous, or pathetic that I just mentioned all of this?
