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Bluesman Lonnie Mack
was there. So was P-Funk bassist Bootsy Collins. Mack and Collins
were two of the "Legends of King Records" who were
being awarded Lifetime Achievement awards at the 6th annual Cammy
awards, held to honor the best in Cincinnati area music. March
13th wasn't a bad night for members of Pike 27 either. All had
played on The Last Twelve Hours, the latest disc by duo
Mark Messerly and Brian Ewing, who were joint winners of the
Cammy for Best Songwriter. Frontman Dave Purcell also plays
guitar for Clabbergirl, whose I Feel Pretty won as CD
of the Year. Since its formation in 1999, Pike 27 has been nominated
for -- but failed to win -- the award twice. The third time
out they proved the cliché, charming the Cammy voters
with their new disc, Falling Down Hard, and snagging the
award for Best Roots Rock Band.
Pike 27's namesake, U.S. Highway 27, crosses the Ohio River
from Cincinnati to Purcell's hometown of Newport, Kentucky, heading
south to Kentucky's bluegrass country. Drive north and it will
take you through industrial Ft. Wayne, Indiana to the auto factories
of Michigan. This is rock and roll country. Poised on the fault-line
of bluegrass and rust-belt-rock, Pike 27 could have gone either
way. Music journalist Jon Weisberger, who plays bass, and guitarist
Bob Sheets are both veteran bluegrassers. Drummer Adam Renchen
last played with the pop band Papertown. But Pike 27 is definitely
a rock band. Purcell explains that while "we're proud of
our roots," at times they have to be careful about letting
their roots show too much.
Falling Down Hard blasts out of the gate with "Wrecking
Yard." This tune, with its driving rhythm and Purcell's
cerebral lyrics, could be slotted into Scott Miller's great Thus
Always to Tyrants without upsetting its balance. Purcell
isn't shy about his politics, addressing broken aspirations and
what they say about the American dream.
Set the sack on the ground and light a match
Burn the flag instead 'cause I ain't attached
To the songs and parades and the holidays
All about an impossible dream
Stomp on the embers and dance on the ash
Pour a Pabst Blue Ribbon on the aftermath
The neighbors watching me all the while
I just laugh like a little boy
The rockin' gains momentum and the politics are maintained,
singing of the broadening chasm between the classes in "Baltimore"
(It gets so a man can't even dare / either god don't know or
god just don't care / about the gap that's growing wider than
the Rio Grande"). With "5/17" Purcell slams on
the brakes as he sings this "elegy for a lost bandmate."
The effect is akin to the end of The Buddy Holly Story
when the picture freezes at the peak of the concert frenzy and
the story of that night's plane crash slowly scrolls up the screen.
Four in the morning
Mary on the line
A swerve left of center
Had taken your life
"Train" and "Kentucky's Calling" are obviously
autobiographically based, recalling Purcell's time spent fronting
roots-rock bands in Chicago. "Train" relates the story
of the daily commute to suburban Naperville, delayed this time
by a fatal car-train crash. But this tale also has a subtext,
pointing out the insularity and self-centeredness of city life,
asking the question, "How deep can you bury your humanity?"
Purcell's eventual response was to answer the call of Kentucky.
I'm standing on a subway platform, cold as hell
Waiting for another overcrowded train
No one here really knows me
And no one gives a damn
Kentucky's calling again
The influences are allowed to show in the Stonesy guitar riffs
of the hitchhiker's fantasy, "Angel in a Pontiac."
Dylan figures in here somewhere too.
No way I could turn her down
'Cause all I had was on my back
She bought me a cup of coffee
And I climbed in her Pontiac
Angel in a Pontiac
It was a 1967 rag-top baby blue Pontiac
The sky stretched across the windshield
And down the road we flew
Blaring on some AM station
Was "Tangled Up In Blue"
Your politics, like mine, may align fairly well with Purcell's
messages in "Baltimore" and "Wrecking Yard."
Maybe they don't. You may think the lyric, "Red is fine
with white and blue / but never all alone" from "Joe
McCarthy's Ghost" is the way it should be. You might not.
But every true-blooded Americana fan should be able to support
the sentiments of "Devil's Radio." I'll resist adding
caps in the first line (we've all got our own ax to grind).
Got a clear channel blasting
50,000 watts of sound
Call letters are different
But it's the same in every town
It might as well be McDonald's
Or maybe a Burger King
From LA to Lexington
We're hearing the same thing
It's the devil's radio
I'm a guy who cares about lyrics. Songwriter Dave Purcell
has stories to tell that, agree or not, still raise the right
questions. But if you lean right while the lyrics of two or
three songs lean left, then don't listen to the words. Just
twist the knob as far to the right as you can and start rockin'.
Either way you'll be happy.
*To book your own scenic tour down Pike 27, see your travel
agent or visit www.pike27.net
Contact Al Kunz at kunz-at-rockzilla.net
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