IT’S A LONG WAY TO THE TOP by AC/DC. Story by Paul Dufficy.
Baldy wished Steve a happy birthday and opened the door of Steve's birthday present, the Chrysler Valiant Baldy had just stolen.Ā Ā
Baldy wished Steve a happy birthday and opened the door of Steve's birthday present, the Chrysler Valiant Baldy had just stolen.Ā Ā
The theatre manager probably retired to the screening room and poured herself a stiff drink or two.
I was in my new outfit and if truth be told I looked a bit like Thurston Howell III from Gilliganās Island. I think most of the girls there thought so too.
I write down everything I know: albums, early bands, band members, famous gigs, instruments played and anything else I could remember. You couldnāt record with a Walkman but I had kept my small cassette player/recorder and now made sure I had new batteries and a clean C90 cassette.
Although he was from Sydney he wasnāt from my part of town. He was wealthy, connected, lived in a suburb where people had tennis courts, and he wore fashionable corduroy, high-waisted flares.
As we made our way north through Rajasthan to Delhi the song was everywhere. There was no escape. Sometimes I would shudder to consciousness late at night, sweat drenched and hysterical, as Disco Deewane played endlessly in my head.
Steve and I are driving from Kempsey to Crescent Head in 1972 at about 9pm and the local DJ at 2KM puts on the Holliesā Long Cool Woman (in a black dress) and apparently goes outside for a smoke as the vinyl single hits a snag and repeats and repeats ⦠and right in front of me the Disciples of Soul ā¦