The South Wyll Ryse Agyn
There’s a simple reason why overstimulated, drunkards at rock shows reflexively scream out “Free Bird!” in that pregnant pause before the encore begins: The song might be the most glorious, foot-on-the-amp, mullet-in-the-wind, shred-friendly rock anthem of all time. Its adolescent yearning and simple worldliness (penned as a dedication to Duane…