"Jason
and the Scorchers: Drugstore Truck Drivin' Band"
By Arsenio Orteza
The Austin Chronicle
Illinois Entertainer
November 27, 1996
Copyright 1996 Illinois Entertainer
Ask anyone who was there and intermittently sober enough to retain
sensory impressions: during the video-mad mid-1980's, Jason and the
Scorchers ruled the country-punk roost. Amid the proliferation of
MTV-generated pop-music images- Boy George, Cyndi Lauper, Dee Snider,
images that put the fantasy cart before the rock n' roll horse- Jason
Ringenberg and the band he rode in on kicked up a musical dust storm.
When the dust finally settled, the landscape not only looked different-
suddenly, cowboy hats were hip- but it sounded different, too. The
barbed-wire essence of rock n' roll that had had run from Chuck Berry
and the Stones all the way up through the Sex Pistols and the Clash
survived yet another onslaught of style over substance, and the world
had Jason and the Scorchers, at least in part, to thank.
Substance abuse, however, is
no better than style abuse, and looking back, it shouldn't have come
as a great surprise to anyone familiar with the debilitating effects
of wild living on rock n' roll that Ringenberg's tour-van mates eventually
became too burnt to scorch.
"In the old days,"
Ringenberg recalls, "those guys were wild, wild rock n' rollers.
I mean, everything imaginable was happening out here, and that made
it really difficult for me. I felt completely alone most of the time."
The reasons Ringenberg, who despite
his wild-eyed-honky-tonk-singer persona "never was" a party
animal, no longer feels alone are several. First, the original Scorchers-
guitarist Warner Hodges, bassist Jeff Johnson, and drummer Perry Baggs-
have overcome their wild ways and gotten serious about rocking as
only men in full possession of their senses can.
Second, Ringenberg has spent
the last few years reconnecting with the Catholic faith of his youth,
even going so far as to title his band's 1995 Mammoth Records debut
A Blazing Grace and to include a quote from the 126th Psalm on the
CD cover. Clear Impetuous Morning, their brand new album, and, according
to Ringenberg, the "most country-rock n' roll record [they've]
ever made," wears its inspiration more subtly, but songs like
"Victory Road" and "Kick Me Down" express nothing
if not a desire to tap a higher power.
The third reason that Ringenberg
no longer feels alone is because there are more bands now than ever
who are saying it loud- they're country-punk and proud! "I feel
a kinship with a lot of these younger artists, like Son Volt, Wilco,
the Bottle Rockets, and Slobber Bone. In fact, Slobber Bone will come
right out and say that the Scorchers were their biggest influence."
"Back in the '80s,"
Ringenberg reflects, "we got into two crowds- almost three at
the tail end of it. The first one was the Rank-and-File-Long-Ryders-Green-On-Red
sort of scene. We were part of that for a while. I guess you could
even say we led it. Then the mid-'80s came around and we were lumped
in with people like the Georgia Satellites, the Fabulous Thunderbirds,
and John Cougar Mellencamp. Then by the late-'80s, we'd almost become
a hard-rock band. I mean, Jeff [Johnson] was actually living in L.A.
and hanging out with Guns N' Roses. The guys were wearing makeup and
doing drugs. It was really crazy.
"By the end of the '80s,
I felt like the Lone Ranger," the singer remembers. "I had
nothing in common with my own band, let alone the music business.
It was a very scary time for me." It was also apparently a scary
time for Hodges, Johnson, and Baggs, since it was during this period
that they quit their lowdown ways. "They're very talented people,
very good people at heart," says Ringenberg, "and watching
them reform their lives and get themselves together, I've come to
respect them."
Longtime fans of the group, however,
know that there is something that Jason and the Scorchers have never
respected and probably never will, and that is the right of rock and
pop songs made famous by other artists to remain "unScorched."
The Scorchers' wildly revisionist, rip-snortin' run through of Bob
Dylan's "Absolutely Sweet Marie" first brought them to the
attention of the world outside Nashville. When the cover song was
tacked onto the Scorchers' Praxis Records EP Fervor when it was released
in '85 by EMI, it transformed a solid but subtle little record into
the sort of attention-getter that some bands try for years to create.
Since then, the band has developed
the "Scorched" cover song into a trademark, reaching new
heights of audacity last year when they included a thundering rendition
of John Denver's 1970 AM-folk ditty "Take Me Home, Country Roads"
on A Blazing Grace.
On Clear Impetuous Morning, they
add the satirical Gram Parsons-Roger McGuinn song "Drugstore
Truck Drivin' Man" - which Ringenberg calls an "anti-Nashville-music-business
kind of song" - to their list of savaged classics. As usual,
the Scorchers' version outrocks the original. "We have a tradition
of doing old, classic covers and putting our own stamp- or stomp -
on them," Ringenberg chuckles, "but this time we didn't
think we were going to do one, because we had a lot of good originals."
Still, we demoed 'Drugstore Truck Drivin' Man,' which we've been playing
live for a while now, and it came out way beyond our expectations.
We really hit a groove with it."
Unquestionably, a compilation
that would collect all the Scorchers' cover songs in one place has
been long overdue, as has the CD re-release of their entire catalogue;
at the last minute, EMI made it financially disadvantageous for Mammoth
Records to secure the rights to the band's previous work.
"It was a bitter disappointment
when that happened," Ringenberg admits, "because we came
oh-so-close to getting the entire EMI catalogue. But it's still possible.
"Actually," he muses, "we're due for a live record.
We've never done one, and it's getting to be that time. It would have
to be really good though, because people have a lot of great memories
of Scorchers shows. Our live record would have to smoke."
On the evidence of Clear Impetuous
Morning, Ringenberg has nothing to fear. On the contrary, it's the
anti-smoke crusaders who'd better watch out. After all, if the second-hand
kind scares them, imagine what the undiluted, Jason-and-the-Scorchers
kind will do.
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