Picture the scene – you’re cruising down the road, a sharing bag of slightly melted M&Ms scattered messily across the dashboard, a several-months-long accumulation of parking vouchers, crisp packets and at least one mouldy old cereal bowl gathered in the passenger-side footwell. And upon spotting a grizzly handsome and expensively tanned-looking man of indeterminate age coming into view stood on the verge with his thumb out, you think to yourself, “Yeah sure, why not?”
And he hops in, and you move off without taking much of a sidewards glance, and then in the most unmistakably Bruce Springsteen of freshly raked gravel voices he suddenly politely booms, “I’m just travellin’ up the road.” Tyres screech! Panic! Clean, tidy!
Such is the scene suggested by Western Stars’ opening track Hitch Hikin’. Well,…
