I’m pretty much Johnny Everyman. After a long, hard day at the smelting plant, I come home, tousle the hair of my three kids, then settle into the couch for a Bud and some Two And A Half Men reruns. I love my country. I love my truck. I own several firearms, just in case the Redcoats get any ideas.
So you can understand why I’d be upset at the lack of hardy-partying anthems in the Freedy Johnston catalog. Sometimes a guy’s just gotta bang his head and pump his fist. Freedy’s a classic-rock fan - or at least it would seem by that awesome Don’t Fear The Reaper cover he did at Southpaw last year - and yet he won’t hook me up with a scream-along chorus or an inflammatory guitar solo. Is “inflammatory” the right word there? I think it is.
On The Way Out, today’s FReedy FRiday selection, is as close as the guy comes to arena rock - and mind you, it don’t come that close. It’s told from the point of view of a shoplifter. It doesn’t rock but it doesn’t not rock, if that makes any sense.
Shoplifters don’t get punished like they should, if you ask me. This country’s going to hell in a handbasket.
Buy On The Way Out here.
