Bon Scott | Biography

The woman who was close to the singer at the end of his life is keen to set the record straight.

I book a return ticket from New York to Miami, Amtrak’s Atlantic Coast Service, a journey of more than 1550 miles – one way. Within minutes of leaving Manhattan’s Penn Station, the Silver Star is riding parallel to the highway, a rolling panorama of water towers, shipping containers, trucks, buses, concrete overpasses, electricity grids, swamps, uncut grass, junkyards, scrap metal, coal piles and billboards. New residential developments are springing up in Harrison, New Jersey. By Trenton, the state capital, the landscape starts becoming more suburban: American flags hanging on poles outside tidy clapboard vinyl houses in neat little streets, plastic outdoor table-and-chair sets on manicured front lawns, above-ground pools. In Virginia I start seeing tractors.

By nightfall, after half a day travelling, I’ve only got as far as North Carolina with its forests, wooded groves and open fields dotted with sheds and farm machinery. It was into this vast industrial-pastoral America that Atlantic Records sent AC/DC in 1978. The big cities had yet to be won over. That time, that era, will never come around again. It’s lost. So is that exceptional music. And so, soon, will be the people who knew this remarkable man called Bon Scott.


 It’s an almost impossible task to recreate Bon’s time in North America. I didn’t want to hear another recycled, wildly embellished story about Bon. I wanted to meet the people who knew another side of the man; who weren’t afraid to upset the members of AC/DC or Bon’s family and didn’t have something to hide or anyone to protect. They are rare and elusive. To do that, I had to travel to a city on the edge of the Caribbean, far away from Sydney, Melbourne, Perth, Los Angeles, New York and London. A place where, very possibly, Bon saw a glimpse of the future he’d always wanted: a good-looking woman he could be happy with, a country that was offering him new chances. There are only so many people who knew him and who haven’t spoken before. Finding them is one challenge. Finding those who are prepared to talk is another.

Bon Scott (centre) before AC/DC's appearance at Bill Graham's Day on the Green, Oakland, California, in July 1978. From Bon: The Last Highway.


Bon Scott (centre) before AC/DC’s appearance at Bill Graham’s Day on the Green, Oakland, California, in July 1978. From Bon: The Last Highway.

I realise now that what we draw from Bon’s story and the broader story of the band is ultimately personal: the music, the legend, the myth or all of it. It doesn’t really matter. If anything, the majority of fans would probably prefer to go on thinking of Bon as a sort of Peter Pan figure rather than confront the deeply flawed human being he really was. As Tony Platt, engineer of Highway to Hell and Back in Black, told me: “AC/DC fans should make their own minds up; that is the nature of celebrity. Your fans take the bits that suit them best.”

But I’m equally certain that Bon, the real Bon, struggled with the same sort of questions every one of us faces. What do I want out of life? Who do I want to end my days with? End it early? Grow old? When do I know I’ve done enough to be truly happy? The bald truth is Bon died pitifully, not heroically. For a man who inspired so many people, he let himself down to end his life the way he did.

Holly X modelling in Miami in the early 1980s. She remembers Bon Scott as ''a gentle person''. From Bon: The Last Highway


Holly X modelling in Miami in the early 1980s. She remembers Bon Scott as ”a gentle person”. From Bon: The Last Highway

It’s worth taking the train just to see the stars over South Carolina and the sunrise in Georgia. By the time the Silver Star stops in Jacksonville, Florida, the landscape changes again: trailer homes, palm trees. With each mile travelled it’s like I’m going back in time. The skies get bluer and wider. Orlando. Fort Lauderdale. West Palm Beach. Hollywood. Miami. In her 1987 book about the city, Joan Didion calls Miami “not a city at all but a tale, a romance of the tropics, a kind of waking dream in which any possibility could and would be accommodated”.

Waiting for me, patiently, at Miami Amtrak station in a black, green and white dress, even when I’m running two hours late, is American Thighs.


When I spoke to Holly X over the phone from New York and proposed coming to meet her in Miami, she had one important condition if we were to go ahead and publish her story: anonymity. There were two main reasons. The first was a prestigious professional position she wanted to protect. The second was her membership of Alcoholics Anonymous. She’s in her mid-50s, taller in person than I expect her to be, curvaceous, with high cheekbones, long white-blonde hair and heavily mascaraed eyelashes.

Bon Scott in November 1976, following AC/DC's return from an overseas tour.


Bon Scott in November 1976, following AC/DC’s return from an overseas tour. CREDIT:TON LINSEN

“I don’t want a bunch of old photos appearing any time someone Googles my name. I don’t want AC/DC fans contacting me. Anonymity is the foundation on which AA was built and why it works. People don’t need to know me, just my story.

“I haven’t read a lot that’s been written about Bon but everything I have read it’s all about his addiction and him getting high and stories about him being wasted and all this, and that was part of it but he was a really, really neat guy. I cared a lot about him. He was a lot of fun. He was a gentle person, gentle soul, in spirit, and very, very sensitive.”

Bon Scott on stage in January 1977.


Bon Scott on stage in January 1977. CREDIT:PETER MAYHO

She says they were together from “1978 till Bon died”, starting around the time AC/DC decamped to Miami for a two-week holiday before the 60-plus dates for the summer tour promoting Powerage.

Holly is not the first person who believes Bon wrote a number of songs on Back in Black – “several”, as she puts it – but her opinion is probably one of the most significant given her history with Bon. She was especially incensed that Have a Drink on Me was included on the album as a “tribute” to him. So furious was Holly that she personally confronted AC/DC rhythm guitarist Malcolm Young about it at an AC/DC gig on the Back in Blacktour.

Everything I have read it’s all about his addiction and him getting high … that was part of it but he was a really, really neat guy.

“The main reason I went was that I felt they were mocking him in a way, especially by including Have a Drink on Me on that album. I felt it necessary to say something on Bon’s behalf. I had gone backstage to specifically ask Malcolm why he had not given Bon credit on You Shook Me All Night Long, as well as other songs, and to share my anger about the inclusion of Have a Drink on Me since Bon had died as a direct consequence of drinking too much. It was egregious and in very poor taste, not to mention horribly disrespectful to Bon’s memory – he had just died. I had always been very protective of Bon because I knew how badly he really felt about his drinking and he just could not stop at that point, at least not for long. I guess [at the time] I had made Malcolm the ‘bad guy’ although now, I completely understand his frustration. I left right after speaking to him and felt angry, sad and quite embarrassed.

“I read stuff that the band considered disbanding [after Bon’s death] and I can’t imagine that they would have disbanded. I can’t recall kindness between Bon and Malcolm. No matter what, [AC/DC] would go on. They wouldn’t disband just because Bon died because I don’t think he meant that much to them. That’s what I thought. I’ve questioned a couple of the songs that were on Back in Black. I really think Bon wrote those, like You Shook Me All Night Long. But he didn’t get any credit. As always, quite possibly [he wrote them] in tandem with the Youngs but they are his ideas. I have one last thing to say about that song: the lyric is ‘chartreuse eyes’ not ‘sightless eyes’.”

She had the sightless eyes. On reflection, it’s a line that makes no sense. Could it have been changed because no one in the band knew the meaning of chartreuse? Under the kitchen lights, Holly asks me to tell her if her eyes are chartreuse. They are. Most people don’t know what chartreuse means. Had Bon penned lyrics to You Shook Me All Night Long, it doesn’t seem completely implausible that the Youngs – Malcolm and Angus – and Brian Johnson might have changed Bon’s original wording, not just to that song but to others on the album, wherein anything too clever or likely to go over the heads of fans was removed or modified. But they have always maintained their exclusive authorship of it and all the remaining tracks on Back in Black. According to them, Bon had no part to play at all apart from jamming on drums in rehearsals on barely formed song ideas that would later become Have a Drink on Me and Let Me Put My Love into You.

“A memory I have, which is so clear, is that Bon and I were sitting out in the sun behind the Newport Hotel [in Miami] and he turned to me – the sun was on my face – and he suddenly exclaimed, ‘Your eyes are chartreuse!’ I remember this vividly because I had no idea what colour ‘chartreuse’ was and immediately took it to be something bad, like bright pink or some ghastly colour. He referred to my eye colour by that word many times.

“I was wearing a lime-green shirt and he told me my eyes matched my shirt. It’s funny that I would remember that so clearly. My mother told me my eyes were olive-green growing up, so who knows? To me, they’re just green.”

But not to a poet like Bon.

This is an edited extract from Bon: The Last Highway, The Untold Story of Bon Scott and AC/DC’s Back In Black, published by Penguin Random House Australia. 

Jesse Fink discusses the book at the Wheeler Centre on October 31.