I love this song. It’s one of those songs that gets better every time you listen to it. I could wax poetic for hours about why I love it or torture you with my own rendition (in which I make my voice sound like an old lady with her pinkie caught in a paper shredder), but instead of subjecting you to those horrors, I’ll give you three reasons why I love “Back in Black” so dearly:
1. Brian Johnson‘s Instrument*
I’ve made a great many mistakes in my life, and it’s time for me to come clean about one of them: I used to watch American Idol. Religiously.
Wait a minute. You’re still here?
Okay, I’m a bit surprised you didn’t bail on me, but since you haven’t run screaming from the blog yet, I’ll go ahead and tell you one thing I did like about the show. I’d never before thought of a voice as an instrument. But when I heard people like Chris Daughtry, the dude named Cook who rocked out a version of a Mariah Carey song, and my all-time American Idol favorite—Elliott Yamin—I understood for the first time that a voice could be an instrument just as much as a flute, a tuba, or the cowbell (you knew I had to include that, right?).
So if we’re considering the voice an instrument, how about the instrument on Brian Johnson*? That voice of his is a lethal weapon, a strident, screechy, volcanic instrument. And in “Back in Black,” that instrument is as sharp as a gleaming scalpel and as powerful as a six-year-old’s breath after a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos. Johnson owns “Back in Black,” and even if he sang it a cappella, I’d listen to him belt it out with a stupefied grin on my face.
2. The Beginning of the Second Verse
Before I tell you why I love it, why don’t you check out the words themselves…
Back in the back
Of a Cadillac
Number one with a bullet, I’m a power pack
You hear the rhythm? The cadence? Do you feel the internal vortex the words themselves create? Many songs fall apart after the first sounding of the chorus. Not “Back in Black.” No, what the rhythms and the words at the beginning of the second verse do is herald in an even stronger phase of the song. A “You think that was great? Well, just wait for this…” attitude that proves more than mere bravado; it’s a promise that AC/DC makes good on and then some. Which brings me to…
3. “It’s all about the story”
The above quote is one I’ve heard my main editor, the incredible Don D’Auria of Samhain Horror, utter often. It’s a mantra I happen to agree with—everything a writer does, be it characterization, word choice, tone, pace, structure, time expansion, symbolism, foreshadowing…whatever—every single word must serve the story. It’s that way in fiction, it’s that way in television, it’s that way in movies.
And it’s that way in music.
No, I’m not suggesting that “Back in Black” tells some amazing story in the traditional, literary sense because not all songs aspire to become short stories or masterpieces of flash fiction. But a song is like a story in the sense that every note from Angus Young’s blazing guitar, every single drum beat, every single pause, every single everything in a song needs to serve that song. And in “Back in Black” it does. And in some magical way, that unity of effect (to quote Poe) makes the song universal.
I’d never claim to be a music expert; my wife, however, is. And though she can’t stand hard rock (yep, I married her anyway), she loves “Back in Black.” Perhaps even m0re tellingly, my two-year-old daughter clamors for it every time we get in the van. Does that make me an irresponsible parent? Perhaps. But I can tell you one thing: My kids and I rock out whenever “Back in Black” comes on.
So in case you have a hankering for it, here’s the brilliant piece of music about which I just wrote over 700 words.
*Get your minds out of the gutter!
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Now go order my books and jam to some AC/DC.