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About halfway through Mark Jungers's Standing in Your
Way, two things became obvious about him: 1) for a man born
and raised in Minnesota, he has enough twang to his voice to
make Steve Earle sound positively Midwestern by comparison; and
2) he's probably not asked to play many wedding receptions.
Jungers sings about small-town life, especially the arduous and
uncertain plight of the farmer, with a gritty, unflinching reality
that can be as disturbingly bleak as it is insightful but, in
an unexpected contrast, he often cloaks his tales in music that
sounds like the Old 97s gone acoustic. The descriptions of the
people, their motivations, the places and the attitudes surrounding
all are entrenched within the confident familiarity of experience,
which only stands to reason because Mark Jungers, without question,
knows what he writes about.
Mark Jungers is something of an aberration in the recently
rediscovered world of Americana - - genuine. He was born and
grew up in a small farming community and when his father passed
away, he and his brothers had to struggle to keep the family
farm from sliding into extinction. So when he sings about a
desperate farmer who would rather burn his farm to the ground
than allow the bank to foreclose on it, as he does on "Sentimental
Guy," the passion-over-logic reaction is presented completely
devoid of irony; instead, Jungers understands the anguish, pride,
and abject hopelessness it takes to come to such a painful decision.
Sometimes he'd say he found the answer
And he'd get real quiet and whisper in my ear
Said he'd usually come up empty-handed
That's just the way the answers work round here
He'd never let her see him lonely
She never saw the banker's letter make him cry
He's got all the makings for
Another sentimental guy
The same kind of unadorned honesty as well as sympathy is
evident in "Conviction." The double-meaning of the
title becomes more apparent with each verse as Jungers details
the life of a man who continues to work his family's farm even
as he watches his friends leave, other farmers around him lose
everything, and the town he lives in slowly sinking into an agricultural
tar pit. It is the tragedy of knowing you have nowhere else
to go, and facing the inevitable with a dark optimism.
Half my friends are leaving
One by one taking the high road out of town
The other half done lost their shirts
The price of corn and beans keeps coming down
Well there's eighty acres left to plant
And no one left in town
That old John Deere don't drive itself
I guess I'll stick around
Things ain't what they used to be
And things don't get much better from here; in fact, just
when you think he's taken you to the bottom of the valley, Mr.
Jungers unveils "No Easy Way to Go," a song about a
family trying to come to terms with the sudden death of its patriarch
and whether or not they are capable of keeping the farm alive.
Then there is the jaunty "Knoxville Girl," a traditional
song about a man who murders a woman to keep from having to marry
her. The only thing that really worried me about this one was
how catchy I found the chorus.
Hell, even a song like "Repo Outlet Mall," which
sounds like it might provide at least a little beige to contrast
the black, really isn't all that funny. Certainly it has a kind
of gallows humor appeal, at least to me, as a family recounts
their steps toward homelessness, but it's definitely not a song
you'll find yourself laughing out loud over.
Well first they took the sliding doors
And then they took the step
Then they turned the cable off
And then we kind of wept
Then they took the TV
But they handled it with care
Then they put the hitch back on
And hauled her out of there
And everything we had
Everything we owned
Everything we dreamed of
Went rollin' down the road
Everytime we drive down 35
We see it all
It's sitting back on the top of the hill
At the repo outlet mall
Finally, there is "The Critic Song," which offers
a slight respite from the pall and a damn good message as well.
Critics always know what is best
And the prophets always know for sure
But a fool could turn wise, if he'd open his eyes
When the wind's knockin' at his door
If you think you dare not, then you don't
If you think you can't win, then you won't
Don't look at the rest, have faith in your best
If you think that they will, then they won't
Mark Jungers deals with serious matters of loss, despair,
hopelessness, fear and, in at least one instance, murder, but
he does so without devolving into the realms of trite angst or
romanticism. This is music for adults by an adult, so if you're
not afraid of a little unvarnished reality, pick up Standing
in Your Way and take a peek behind that veil.
Don't worry about getting a little dirt on your hands, head
over to www.markjungers.com for a biography of the Minnesotan
with the unbelievable twang as well as to get yourself some of
his music.
Contact Jud Block at jud-at-rockzilla.net
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