
source: http://melbourne-leader.whereilive.com.au/lifestyle/story/show-plugs-into-ac-dc-legend/
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Show plugs into AC/DC legend

This photo of AC/DC in 1976, taken three years after the band formed, appears in the Arts Centre's new exhibition, AC/DC Australia's Family Jewels
WHEN Australian rock legends AC/DC had a street named after them in Madrid, the mayor had 15 copies of the street sign made in anticipation most would be stolen.
Such is the global reach of Acca Dacca, who topped Australia’s richest entertainers list by earning $105 million last financial year.
And Melbourne’s own Arts Centre is paying due tribute with the first exhibition about the band, AC/DC Australia’s Family Jewels.
The show’s curator, Tim Fisher, is keen for Melburnians who are not necessarily fans to experience the phenomenon that is this group.
“AC/DC is viewed by some people as a bit downmarket,” he said.
“Many people would not like to admit it but . . by a long way, AC/DC is Australia’s most influential performing groups. No other performing artist has that sort of profile or public presence.”
The exhibition had been developed in agreement with the band, a rare opportunity for a curator, Fisher told the Melbourne Leader.
“This is pretty much a chronology looking at 35 years. It’s like a survey exhibition.
“I have not tried to be comprehensive but rather taken the best material I can find to represent the different periods.”
Fisher started with the Arts Centre’s own “relatively small” AC/DC collection, begun in 1988, and borrowed the majority from two particularly devoted collectors - one in New York. Material has also been sought, solicited and donated from many other sources.
“Mrs Scott, Bon Scott’s mother, has kindly lent us some much-treasured material including photos and Bon Scott’s passport.
A few years ago she gave us his last leather jacket,” Fisher said of Bon, who died in 1980.
“We sought the band’s stage cannon; had it brought over from the States.”
Exhibition-goers will enjoy a big projection screen to show live performance footage with a light show.
There will be a wall of posters, 12 fan T-shirts and a jacket covered in AC/DC badges.
“I have tried to tell the story with lots of different mediums and interspersed this with a selection of moving images and very good-quality sound examples of them in performance,” Fisher said.
“These examples will also run chronologically and include early Countdown clips.”
Fisher, while putting together the exhibition, was struck by AC/DC’s work ethic.
“In 1975, when they were living in Melbourne, they did at least 268 gigs.
They would often do two gigs a day.
They would do the same thing in Europe and the US and they have continued to do that,” he said.
“Compare that with the Sex Pistols (who did only four shows on one tour), they did about 15 shows in a year.”
Fisher said the other story of AC/DC was the response of fans.
“Their relationship is a dialogue,” he said.
“They just expect a really good time and that’s what they have had for 30 years.”
AC/DC Australia’s Family Jewels is at the Arts Centre, Gallery 1 until February 28.
It’s a free exhibition.
source: http://blogs.dallasobserver.com/dc9/2009/11/last_night_acdc_at_american_ai.php
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AC/DC
American Airlines Center
November 2, 2009
Better than: sleepwalking through another night of the World Series snoozefest...
AC/DC didn't rip a page from the Rolling Stones playbook last night and dig deep into its early catalog.
Rather, with few exceptions, the band played it by the numbers, sticking predominantly to its (admittedly sizeable) catalog of run-into-the-ground, overexposed radio hits.
But what was worse was that the band seemed to play these songs without much genuine enthusiasm.
You can't help but feel for the band: the members' age averages in the early 60s, and this was their second sweep through Dallas on what has to be a very tiring "Black Ice Tour."
They look and sound older.
And everything just seemed... off. The stage, the cymbals on the drumset, and Angus' outfit and guitar were all a little too polished and blingy. Drummer Phil Rudd woefully dangled a cigarette from his mouth through a handful of songs (the ultimate lack-of-morale body language) and Malcolm Young's head-bangs and foot-stomps certainly didn't have the same pep they did in the '80s.
Even the crowd seemed let down: Succumbing to a well-controlled, bouncer-heavy concert floor, it seemed most were content to just stand at their seat and nod along.
What the fuck was this, a church revival?
But not all was disappointing.
First, there is always Angus Young. Despite his older, toned-down level of neck thrashing, and a pitiful amount of male-pattern baldness, he still delivers the same scathing guitar playing and bountiful energy he always has. And while he could really stand to freshen up the old standard moves like his schoolboy-outfit stripshow, and the old standard fretboard-run of triplet scales during his spotlight solo, he's still a hell of lot of fun to watch, and that feeling of rock legend awe still hankers in the back of your mind as you look on.
And the band deserves credit (especially Brian Johnson's voice; it's sounded much worse around the "Thunderstruck" era, for whatever reason) for "still doin it at that age," and blah blah blah. Sure.
But AC/DC could stand to branch out a little from the same basic show blueprint it's been spewing for decades. And, while it was cool to hear the odd semi-gem, like "Shoot to Thrill" or "Hell Aint a Bad Place to Be", would it kill the band to pull out old, dirty-sex numbers like "Squealer" or something?
Critic's notebook
Personal Bias: It's AC/DC. C'mon.
By The Way: For almost the same money AAC charges you for a garden-variety hot dog, you can take a short drive to Reno's Grill in Deep Ellum after the show, and get the amazing Chicken & Peanut Butter Whiz Bang sandwich. Worth the extra drive.
Set List:
Rock & Roll Train
Hell Ain't a Bad Place to Be
Back in Black
Big Jack
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
Shot Down in Flames
Thunderstruck
Black Ice
The Jack
Hells Bells
Shoot to Thrill
War Machine
Dog Eat Dog
Shook Me All Night Long
Whole Lotta Rosie
Let There Be Rock
Highway To Hell
For Those About to Rock...