I spent a bunch of time this week scanning old pix into the ‘puter for a family event, which got me all nostalgic and whatnot. Li’l Larry was quite the playful imp - even if then, as now, my idea of high comedy was to either close my eyes tight or open my mouth wide in every photo. I suppose I’m fortunate, then, to have grown up in the era of analog technology, as only a small percentage of my youthful dimwittedness has been documented for posterity.
Our pal Freedy Johnston isn’t quite so lucky. Sure, he must’ve had some say over releasing it, but the early-career-odds-and-ends compilation The Way I Were doesn’t add much to his canon. In fact, it paints him as a weird kid who should’ve been separated from his drum machine by a restraining order or some other legal mechanism. It ain’t pretty. The decision to drop the quirk from his lyrics was a smart one.
These segues keep getting more and more tenuous, right? Buy I Know Two People Who Love To Fight, today’s FReedy FRiday concerto, here.
