Bon Scott was always the odd man out of AC/DC. In a band of young brothers who lived to play music, he was older — though not necessarily wiser — and definitely partied harder. But that’s what made him special among rock singers. Sure, his voice stood out in a crowd, and added a little rough R&B flair to a band that liked to play their horny rock in a blunt and straightforward manner — but more than anything, Bon was a guy you could relate to. In contrast to David Lee Roth of Van Halen, AC/DC’s closest competitors for the late-70’s cock-rock crown, Bon seemed down to Earth and not at all painted up or exaggerated. For me, and many like me, he was the rocker older brother I never had. I first bought Highway To Hell as a coll...
