Drive-By Truckers
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Drive-By Truckers with Robert Ellis opening will perform in the Historic McDonald Theatre on Sunday, March 18, 2012
Alternative country/Southern rock band Drive-By Truckers will perform in the McDonald Theatre on Sunday, March 18, 2012.
All ages advance tickets are general admission and available now for $20 at all Safeway TicketsWest outlets, online at TicketsWest, and online at mcdonaldtheatre.com. Tickets day of show will cost $25. Doors will open at 7 p.m. The concert will begin at 8 p.m.
Far more than on any of the Drive-By Truckers’ previous albums, Go-Go Boots, released in 2011, rises like smoke from the old Muscle Shoals country-and-soul sound.
Having recorded with Bettye LaVette and Booker T. Jones, and having spent a lifetime listening to classic soul albums by Bobby Womack, Tony Joe White, and especially Eddie Hinton, it was inevitable that the Truckers eventually produce this album.
We knew they were pin-your-ears-back rock and roll. But here in Go-Go Boots, the Truckers are country, and here, too, the Truckers are soul and rhythm and blues.
It looks funny, on paper—the words country/soul mashed up like that—but maybe in the end it comes down to this one shared ethos: the harder life gets, the more clamantly it calls for art, for music, for beauty—for the slow celebration of loss or pain that is mournfully, beautifully defiant.
It seems a paradox that while the Drive-By Truckers’ sound is so unique; it is still part of a greater and larger family. Some of the other greats—particularly in the South—were spawned from their culture, while others came from the deeper rootstock of the southern landscape itself.
Of course in the long run the landscape has a significant say in what kind of culture develops; it’s all tangled together, all connected, and everything shares bits and strands of those fragments, again like a pastiche of random and beautiful genomes.
Each of the three vocalists—Cooley, Patterson, Shonna—is distinct; each aches in its own way with sometimes gravelly and other-times smooth sweet wistful broken-glass hurt and yearning and reluctant. Patterson’s songs, of course are almost always willing, in the great Southern tradition, to take on the Man—or anyone else—as are Cooley’s, when the cause is big and just.
Their sound—so distinctly theirs—comes nonetheless from history and the past. It’s all a big tangled beautiful mess, and it all comes out of Muscle Shoals, where, as Patterson’s father, legendary bassist David Hood, astutely notes, the South once did something right with respect to race relations, once-upon-a-time, and when it most mattered.
