We're breathing, man. Thus, in the process of trying to play this very simple song together, we create this hurricane of noise, this infinitely complicated, fractal filigree of delicate distinctions. mean, look at the Stones. and too excited. We try like hell, but the guitars distort, the intonation bends, and the beat just moves, imperceptibly, against our formal

𝗔𝗖/𝗗𝗖'𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿-𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗱 roar became one of the most influential hard rock sounds of the '70s and helped define the style as the years progressed.

Founded by Scottish-born brothers Malcolm and Angus Young, the Aussie band exploded onto the international stage in 1979 with the release of their multi platinum selling sixth album, Highway to Hell.

The death of charismatic frontman Bon Scott in 1980 threatened to derail the group, but AC/DC powered through.

They recruited Geordie vocalist Brian Johnson and unleashed their most successful effort to date, Back in Black, which has become the second best selling album in history.

The band spawned countless imitators over the next two decades and enjoyed commercial success well into the 2000s, with 2020's Power Up debuting at number one on multiple charts. AC/DC were formed in 1973.

First of course comes the title, “505”. It has been put forth that this number actually represents a hotel room, which is possible. But a more reasonable explanation, considering that in the chorus the vocalist sorta implies that said locality is or can be quite far from where he’s situated, would be that it’s a more general locality, like an area code.

I'm not even sure where home is. Probably Terminal 5. There is a strange sense of calm about arriving back at Heathrow.

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𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧, 𝗛𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥, 𝗗𝗜𝗗 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗕𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗨𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗗𝗢𝗠.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

In 1968, when Patti Smith was twenty one and working in a Manhattan bookstore, she went to a Doors concert at the old Fillmore East. She loved the Doors.

We're breathing, man. Thus, in the process of trying to play this very simple song together, we create this hurricane of noise, this infinitely complicated, fractal filigree of delicate distinctions. mean, look at the Stones. and too excited. We try like hell, but the guitars distort, the intonation bends, and the beat just moves, imperceptibly, against our formal