AC/DC is my all time favorite rock n roll band. They created the perfect rock n roll formula.You don't hear an AC/DC song, then not remember the name of the song. Because the name is the song, just repeated over and over and over again.

They're perfect if you like a song so much you listen to it a million times, then get tired of it and think, "I wish there was another song just like this one." 'Cause guess what? There is.

I like that their lead singer can pass for one of the roadies. I like that the band just dresses like normal guys. You know, four guys in t-shirts and jeans. And one fifty-five year old school boy.

Every time I see AC/DC, I am amazed at the size of Angus's head. That is a whole lot of head to bang. I have a theory. He's not really banging his head. He just has a hard time keeping it upright. That is one precariously perched cantaloupe.

Live AC/DC is the loudest band ever. Their slogan should be "Wear your earplugs, or walk out sterile." The band wears earplugs… and it's their music. Next time I go to see them, I'm wearing mine from the shooting range. Not just the plugs, but the big ole ear muff ones. People will look at me rocking out and go, "Who's the dude landing the plane?"

I love them, but I'll admit, AC/DC has always been a little corny. On their last album, they had a song called "You Can't Stop Rock n Roll." Thanks for pointing out the obvious. Is anyone even trying to stop it anymore? I know it did slow down a bit when Sha Na Na broke up.

I would have to say that they over-estimate the power of rock n roll. You know they believe if a huge tidal wave was going to destroy Australia, all they would have to do is set up their equipment on the beach and rock it back into the ocean. Fighting off natural disaster with crunchy guitar and sexually suggestive song lyrics.

My favorite AC/DC song is "For Those About to Rock, We Salute You." So basically they will show the same sign of respect given to a five star general as to someone who's not even rocking yet. To somebody who just might rock. Flags that represents entire nations get saluted. So does the guy who just got off work at the In and Out Burger and is about to push play on his car stereo.

The way I look at it is, what if you salute someone, then they don't rock? You already saluted them. You can't take that back.
The only thing you can do is give them the opposite of a salute. Flip them the bird. That cancels out the salute... and then some.

I have these friends who are really into Frank Sinatra. They're always going, "Frank this", "Frank that". Come on. It's not like he was Elvis. Sure, I see some similarities. Both were teen idols. Both made some pretty good movies. Both forgot the words to their songs. But I have to point out, E. forgot the words to his songs first. Where'd you get that idea from, Frank?

Another thing I must point out: Frank is just a mere mortal. No one's walking around saying, "I just saw Frank Sinatra in the Burger King."

We all know about Frank hanging out with the Rat Pack. Celebrities. On the other hand, E. hung out with his Memphis Mafia. Sonny, Red, his dad Vernon. Real People. 'Cause E. wanted to stay in touch with the common man. E. never let being a star go to his head.

I'm sure Frank loved his mother, but not as much as E. loved his. You never heard Frank say "This one's for my mama." Why? Because E. was a good boy. Frank chose to live on the wrong side of the law. E. chose to live on the right side of the law. Frank with his ties to the mob. The King, on the other hand, made an Honorary DEA agent by President Richard M. Nixon. I don't know if this is true, but I have heard that Frank liked to smoke the reefer. E. never took anything that wasn't prescribed by a medical doctor.

I think the main thing that puts E. up over Frank is a little thing called a Black Belt in Kempo Karate. Frank just wasn't hip to the mystic eastern arts. You got the King Of Rock n Roll. You got the Chairman of the Board. You got the Memphis Tiger. Frank didn't have any nick name denoting his martial arts ability. There was no Las Vegas Leopard, no Palm Springs Panther, no Hoboken Hawk. When was the last time you saw a picture of Frank in White Crane or Monkey? Never. I know you all are thinking, "White Crane, Monkey? That's Kung Fu, not Kempo." Hey, E. studied all the styles. The King knew the importance of controlling his Chi.