I Remember How It Used To Be – Drive-By Truckers at Paradise Rock Club
Paradise Rock Club, Boston, 03/13/13
There are few bands left that are patently American. Music influences have become so referenced that it can be difficult to see a bands origin story. This isn’t the case with the Drive-By Truckers. Last night they played a passionate set to a lifted Paradise crowd – and who they were, and where they’re from was never in question.
I view The Drive-By Truckers as a an ideal of what the South could be. I’m decidedly a North East guy, and become suspect of anything below the Mason Dixon – so I’m knowingly ignorant to how the South truly is, with a view aided by Red & Blue political rhetoric. Patterson Hood and the other Truckers assist me in cutting through the bullshit, and realize that not everyone in a rural setting is a gun toting racist homophobe on their way to Wal-Mart.
America isn’t Red. America isn’t Blue. America is Purple. It’s much more mixed and complex than those binary colored maps that are waved in front of us every four years. This is why I love The Drive-By Truckers. They’re not a Southern band, they’re an American band, and that was on full display last night. They squeezed every ounce of music they had in them on that stage, taking breaks in-between songs just long enough for you to almost catch your breath, and together through the music, all were one.
You don’t just read William Faulkner in Mississippi.
Below: The Paradise crowd gives thanks to the Truckers.