Category Archives: 9:30 Club

Sarah Vowell, My ‘Shipmate’

Sarah Vowell isn’t just one of my favorite nonfiction writers; she’s one of my heroes. There are lots of reasons why, so here’s just one: Her radio essay from Episode 247 of This American Life,What Is This Thing?“, about the romance of Johnny Cash and June Carter Cash. It aired seven days after Johnny’s death. It’s one of my favorite pieces of music journalism ever.

Anyway, I just got Vowell’s new book, The Wordy Shipmates, and I’m going to hear her read at the Avalon Theatre tomorrow night at an event sponsored by Politcs & Prose.

Check out Bob Thompson’s profile of her in today’s Paper of Record. Particularly this:

In her former life as a music critic, she established a “personal moratorium on what I call inter-rock analogies.” It was boring to compare Soundgarden with Nirvana. She wanted to compare them to “I don’t know what, a pastry, or something that was just more interesting.”

Right. So that makes two reasons.

Oh, I almost forgot: Check out DCist editor Sommer’s interview with Sarah here.

At the 9:30 Club, 1,200 Paul Weller Fans Can’t Be Wrong

Read all about how early he was!

That Resurrected Feeling: The Hold Steady @ 9:30

Now’s that‘s a rock and roll show.

The Setlist

01 Constructive Summer
02 You Gotta Dance (With Who You Came to Dance With)
03 You Can Make Him Like You
04 Chips Ahoy!
05 Sequestered in Memphis
06 Curves and Nerves
07 Massive Night
08 Party Pit
09 The Swish
10 One for the Cutters
11 Chillout Tent
12 Ask Her for Adderall
13 Girls Like Status
14 Lord, I’m Discouraged
15 Yeah Sapphire
16 Your Little Hoodrat Friend
17 Slapped Actress

    ENCORE:

18 Stay Positive
19 Stuck Between Stations
20 Southtown Girls
21 Killer Parties

    ENCORE:

22 How a Resurrection Really Feels

Reckoning: Gnarls Barkley at the 9:30 Club

Usually when you’re going to see an act with a two-album catalogue, the question of “What will they play?” doesn’t come up. Then again, most acts don’t score a massive hit with a pop-soul confection about the sweet relief of relinquishing your sanity. (Google “Crazy,” “Gnarls Barkley,” “2006,” “ubiquitous.”) Gnarls Barkley — vocalist-shaman Cee-Lo Green and aural scenarist Danger Mouse — dutifully checked off “Crazy” at their sold-out 9:30 Club show Tuesday night, but more exciting was their weirdly faithful cover of Radiohead’s “Reckoner,” a late-inning curve in a strong 75-minute show that otherwise couldn’t help but disappoint a little in its ordinariness.

Good-to-great tunes, performed with verve and emotion? Mos def. But where was the bling? If ever a group cried out for bombast — a Mothership, a Mirrorball Lemon, some eyebrow-singeing pyrotechnics, an 18-foot (or 18 inch) model of Stonehenge — it’s this one. Mix Gnarls’ songbook with Coldplay’s A/V committee and you’d really have something.

Gnarls’ tunes (weighted slightly in favor of The Odd Couple, this year’s worthy sequel to 2006’s St. Elsewhere that’s done only a fraction of the latter’s business) sounded raw and powerful performed (apparently) sample-free by a six-piece band featuring tight-lipped “Grey Album” auteur Danger Mouse on keys. Green’s raspy wail felt even more desperate than on record, the palpable road wear further distressing his grimly infectious ruminations on neurasthenic distemper.

“Surprise” had a sunny New Pornographers vibe, and the energy climbed higher with Violent Femmes’s “Gone Daddy Gone” and “Run.” But longish tween-song pauses sapped momentum. Even Gnarls’ sartorial swagger was muted: Green has been known to perform in Roman solider’s togs or an outsized pompadour wig. But he and Mouse could have been in the Temptations with their spangly sport jackets and gold lame ties.

“In in the mood for some old-fashioned rock and roll” Green squeaked before an angular, crunchy “Whatever.” That described much of the evening’s music, but “Transformer” got a downbeat acoustic re-fit, and the main-set closing “A Little Better” was tricked out with off-kilter syncopation.

It rocked, it rolled, it spooked, it cooed. I just wish it had been, well, crazier. Does that make me, um . . . picky? Prob-bab-bleeeeeeeeeeeeee . . .

A slightly abridged version of this review appears in today’s Paper of Record.

Gnarls Barkley at the 9:30 Club, Tuesday, August 5, 2008

The Setlist

01 Charity Case

02 Surprise

03 Gone Daddy Gone

04 Run (I’m a Natural Disaster)

05 Blind Mary

06 Just a Thought

07 Going On

08 Neighbors

09 Whatever

10 Transformer

11 (tune I couldn’t identify; lots of wah-wah pedal)

12 Crazy

13 A Little Better

    ENCORE:

14 Who’s Gonna Save My Soul

15 Reckoner

16 Smiley Faces

The Band

Were not introduced!

Three Guys and a Singular Girl: Old 97′s at 9:30

Reviewed for DCist.

Old 97′s at the 9:30 Club, Tuesday, July 29, 2008

The Setlist

01 The Fool

02 Barrier Reef

03 The One

04 The Other Shoe

05 Designs on You

06 Color of Lonely Heart Is Blue (Murry Hammond lead vocal)

07 Lonely Holiday

08 My Two Feet

09 Early Morning

10 Stoned

11 This Beautiful Thing (Murry Hammond lead vocal)

12 Question

13 I Will Remain

14 Niteclub

15 No Baby I

16 Smokers (Murry Hammond lead vocal)

17 Over the Cliff (Jon Langford cover; marvelous)

18 Rollerskate Skinny

19 The Easy Way

ENCORE 1:

20 Come Around (Rhett Miller solo)

21 ? (The Spring Standard with Rhett Miller)

22 Valentine (Murry Hammond lead vocal)

23 Dance with Me

24 Big Brown Eyes

25 If My Heart Was a Car

ENCORE 2:

26 Indefinitely

27 Timebomb

The Band

Philip Peeples — drums

Ken Bethea — guitar

Murry Hammond — bass, vocals

Rhett Miller — vocals, guitar

Old 97s at Old Low Prices

How many things cost only one-third more now than they did seven years ago? Concert tickets, following their stratospheric mid-90s leap (another reason to hate Don Henley) may actually have leveled out in the first part of the 21st century. When the Old 97s play the 9:30 next week, they’ll be charging only $5 more face than they did back in 2001. (Good seats still available, incredibly.) These guys have kids and mortgages! How can they do that?

Here’s my review of their reassuring latest, Blame It on Gravity, from today’s Weekend section. I haven’t been able to find it on the Paper of Record’s web site anywhere except for right here.

The Freak Flag Flies High

My first MusicMakers profile for the Paper of Record is about the man who installed the Mothership Connection . . . President, One Nation Under a Groove . . . the Atomic Dawg his own bad self, Mr. George Clinton.

Off to que up for The Dark Knight at the Uptown now. I’d be doing exactly the same thing if I were 11 years old. I’d be embarrassed over how excited I am to see the flick if everyone I know weren’t nearly as excited as me. We’re counting on you, Chris Nolan.

His Life was Saved by Rock and Roll

Alejandro Escovedo at the 9:30 Club, reviewed for the Paper of Record.

Alejandro Escovedo at the 9:30 Club, Saturday, July 12, 2008

The Setlist

01 Put You Down

02 Real Animal

03 Everybody Loves Me

04 Sister Lost Soul

05 Chelsea

06 Hard Road [I think -- an instrumental piece from By the Hand of the Father]

07 Rosalie

08 Sensitive Boys

09 I Was Drunk

10 People

11 Nuns’ Song

12 Real Animal

13 Castanets

ENCORE:

14 All the Young Dudes (David Bowie)

15 Beast of Burden (Stones)

The Band

Josh Gravelin – bass, vocals

Hector Muñoz – drums

David Pulkingham – guitar, vocals

Brian Standefer – cello

Susan Voelz – violin, vocals

Alejandro – lead vocals, guitar

Unce, Tice, Fee Times Escovedo

I reviewed his Real Animal for Weekend.

I interviewed him for DCist, though the conversation was stymied and shortened by a lousy cell phone connection from his tour bus that kept cutting out, requiring me to call him back each time.

And I’m covering his 9:30 show Saturday night for Style.

Hep C treatment is no joke. Then he bounces back with a pair of records as strong as any he’s ever made — stronger, even. A trooper, this guy.

If a European Superstar Plays the 9:30 Club and There Are Only 100 People There, Does She Make a Sound?

Nigerian-German folk-soul (er, foul?) singer-songwriter Ayo, reviewed in today’s Paper of Record.

Los Angeles, Detroit, Cairo, Rome

Suzanne Bertish and Andrew Long as the titular star-crossed lovers in Antony and Cleopatra. Photo by Carol Pratt.

Either because I am remarkably prolific or because I am distressingly lazy, my reviews of the Shakespeare Theatre’s Antony and Cleopatra and of the X/Detroit Cobras double-bill at the 9:30 Club last Wednesday ended up on DCist the same day. The Friday preceeding Memorial Day weekend, in fact. Given that I posted them both after lunchtime, I’m confident that tens and tens of people read both trenchant works of art criticism.

Happy Memorial Day, everybody.

X: Exene Cervenka, Billy Zoom, Jon Doe, and D.J. Bonebrake, pictured sometime well in advance of their current 31st anniversary tour.

Adam Raised Some Cains: Drive-By Truckers at the 9:30 Club

The best show I’ve seen in double-aught-eight thus far, and not by a little. So, so much better than shivering in front of Radiohead, the World’s Chilliest Band. (TM) That cover of “Adam Raised a Cain”? Just nuts. I only wish Shonna had sung one of her three fine tunes on the new record.

Drive-By Truckers at the 9:30 Club, Saturday, May 10, 2008

The Setlist

01 That Man I Shot

02 Self-Destructive Zones

03 The Righteous Path

04 A Ghost to Most

05 Two Daughters and a Beautiful Wife

06 Daddy Needs a Drink

07 Bob

08 Why Henry Drinks

09 Sink Hole

10 Three Dimes Down

11 Adam Raised a Cain (Springsteen cover!)

12 Ronnie and Neil

13 Marry Me

14 Steve McQueen

15 (unknown; sung by Mike Cooley – a cover?)

16 Puttin’ People on the Moon

17 Shut Up and Get on the Plane

18 I’m Eighteen (Alice Cooper cover)

19 Let There Be Rock

    ENCORE

20 Zip City

21 Eighteen Wheels of Love w/ “the rest of the story” from Patterson

22 Lookout Mountain

23 Buttholeville / State Trooper (feat. The Dexateens)

24 People Who Died (feat. The Dexateens)

The Band

Brad Morgan – drums

? – keyboard, lap steel

Shonna Tucker – bass, vocals

John Neff – guitar

Mike Cooley – lead vocal, guitar

Patterson Hood – lead vocal, guitar

The Righteous Path: A Conversation with Patterson Hood of Drive-By Truckers

Drive-By Truckers Shonna Tucker, Mike Cooley, Brad Morgan, Patterson Hood, John Neff.

Singer/songwriter/guitarists Patterson Hood and Mike Cooley had already been struggling to make music together for more than a decade when they formed the Drive-By Truckers in 1996. As the 1999 live album Alabama Ass Whuppin’ documents, this early incarnation of their band — which also featured drummer Brad Morgan, the only other founding member who has remained amid several lineup changes — was an explosive unit that specialized in bitterly funny slice-of-life alt-country-rock, mostly about working-class or sub-working-class characters (many of them non-fictional), all from the South.

The 2001 double-album Southern Rock Opera was the watershed release that earned the band widespread critical praise and a national fan base. A loose biography of Lynyrd Skynrd that uses that iconic Southern rock band as a kind of metaphor for the region (with its myriad racial, political, and economic struggles) as a whole, the album brought all the Truckers’ strengths together, marrying Springsteen-like characterization and narrative detail to crunchy guitar riffs as hard as anything in the AC/DC catalogue.

The seven years since have been a blur for the band: Four more remarkably strong albums, the entrance and departure of third singer/songwriter Jason Isbell, and a punishing touring schedule. The group had intended to spend 2007 taking it easy. Instead, they made a Grammy-nominated record with soul singer Bettye LaVette, then played an acoustic tour, revisiting neglected old songs and road-testing new ones. Most of those new songs turned up on Brighter Than Creation’s Dark, the 19-song, 75-minute album that came out in January. Less geographically specific than their earlier records, but no less ambitious, the album has been widely hailed as their best since Southern Rock Opera — the kind of accolade that will probably haunt them for the rest of their careers. They celebrated, naturally, by hitting the road. They play the 9:30 Club tonight and Saturday night.

Patterson Hood, like most of the band, grew up in Northern Alabama. His father, David Hood, is a session player whose bass and trombone can be heard on many mid-to-late-1960s hits by the likes of Aretha Franklin, Etta James, and Percy Sledge. Patterson writes and sings the majority of Drive By Truckers songs, having penned a dozen of the new album’s nineteen. I caught up with him last night in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, on his break between soundcheck and the show. (Proof, as if any more were required, that he’s an incurable workaholic.)

Congratulations on Brighter Than Creation’s Dark — it’s one of your strongest records. One of the surprises here is [bassist] Shonna Tucker, who on her third album as a full-fledged member of the band suddenly writes and sings three songs — three really good songs. Where you and Mike surprised when that happened?

Not too surprised. I figured it was inevitably going to happen when she was ready. She was working on a couple of things back [in 2005] when we were doing A Blessing and a Curse. We’d hear her in the back room working on things, and then we’d ask her about it, and she’d say, “I don’t know. I don’t think it’s ready.” We were just waiting for her to do it at her own pace. She’s been writing songs for years. Her songs are great. But she’s had her hands full. [Tucker’s ex-husband, Jason Isbell, announced his departure after five years with the band in April of 2007.]

There’s no shortage of songs, ever. But the timing was right this time. She pretty much came on the first day and played us demos that she had four-tracked in her living room by herself of “The Purgatory Line” and “I’m Sorry, Houston.” We were all just kind of blown away — we were like, “Hell, yeah!” And then she wrote “Home Field Advantage” at the studio, actually during a dinner break. So we got a bonus.

It’s astounding, how much her voice feels right at home with the band.

I love her harmonies. I’d been wanting her to do more harmony singing for a while anyway. So I was glad the time was right for her to step up and start doing it — it’s really added a whole new dimension to our sound. I sure like the way her voice mixes with mine and with Cooley’s.

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The dynamic of you and Mike Cooley as dual frontmen is a fairly unique feature of your band. It’s hard to think of another group that has two equally strong, full-time singer/songwriters. You two have been playing together for more than 20 years —was that always the deal, that you two would both write and sing your own material?

You know, it’s funny, because we played together in Adam’s House Cat back in the 80s and early 90s, and in that band, I wrote all the songs. I think Cooley might’ve occasionally sang a song, like a cover or something that he might pull out once in a blue moon, but for the most part, I wrote and sang everything. And I was always telling him, “You ought to write.” He’d say some crazy shit, and I’d say, “You should write that down. You should write a song.” They way he spoke sometimes, to me, sounded like lyrics. And he’d always make some kind of remark like, “Ah, the band’s already got a songwriter.”

By the time we started this band, he’d already been writing songs. In this band, it was always an open door: “I want to do as many of your songs as you want to do.”

Hell, I love his songs. He usually writes my favorite songs on the records anyway. Some of my favorite times of the night are when I get to be a guitar player and sing backup vocals on [his] really great songs.

He’s got seven on this album, I think.

Yeah, that’s a record for him. And they’re all so strong, too. Each one of them is kind of a key point on this record.

Right now is a good time. Everything is kind of clicking on all fronts for us. The tour is going real good. People have liked this record. It looks like it’s going to be our best-selling record. It’s funny, because in some ways it’s probably the least commercial thing we’ve done. But it’s really caught on with people.

The title, Brighter than Creation’s Dark — I know it’s a lyric from “Checkout Time in Vegas,” but it’s a mouthful. Some of other titles you considered, like “The Home Front,” definitely sounded more T-shirt-ready.

Urban Bovine Kenievel? [Laughs.] That one came in second.

Well, that’s a very funny line, but song it comes from, “The Opening Act”, is quite somber.

Yeah. I love that. My favorite movies are serious movies that are funny. I think that sometimes the most painful truths are best delivered with a little bit of humor, or at least a sideways glance. Especially on that song, there’re moments that kind of split that difference: “Is that supposed to be funny, or is that not supposed to be funny?” And if it’s not, why am I laughing at it?

To me, that’s how that song succeeds, maybe: the way it blurs the lines.

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Since you brought it up, what are some movies that fit that description for you?

Well, Dr. Strangelove is just the best. What’s darker than world apocalypse? And yet it’s one of the funniest films ever made. Some of the humor is really highbrow, and some of it’s really lowbrow. It’s all there.

Ray McKinnon’s short film The Accountant inspired our song “Sink Hole” a few years ago. It’s an Academy Award-winning short film this Georgia guy made, and it’s just phenomenal. It’s about two brothers trying to save their family farm —in some of the most hideous, horrible ways imaginable. It’s a really funny film, with a very biting social commentary going on, not necessarily under the surface, but on the surface. It captures a lot of what I hope our records capture, when they’re doing what they’re supposed to be doing.

I was trying to figure out how you — more you personally than the band, necessarily — manage to pull off that balance of humor and pathos, and I think of big part of it is your candor. I don’t mean only in the songwriting, but just in the way you present yourself to your audience, in your postings on your website and liner notes and all of that. It isn’t confessional, and certainly isn’t the least bit self-pitying — you’re just incredibly open about whatever emotional state you’re in, whether it’s joy or misery, in a way that seems almost at odds with the job requirement of someone who earns their living as a performer. You don’t seem to have much a façade at all. As the band gets bigger, do you think you might need to put a little more distance between yourself and your fans?

I don’t know. That’s a scary question. Some of the artists I love the most who kind of have their entire careers built on being real people — there’s still a certain amount of persona involved. There just has to be. Bruce Springsteen has to go home sometimes and kick his shoes up and laugh about that guy, that role he’s played, even though I would use him as an example of one of the most down-to-Earth, untarnished-by-all-this-shit rock stars.

Neil Young would be another example: He’s a rich rock star who lives on a ranch bigger than some states, but he’s also extremely down-to-Earth. And his songs have retained that, even though he hasn’t been an ordinary Joe, and he probably wasn’t, [even] when he was an unknown guy with a guitar.

You read the Dylan Chronicles book, and it makes a really valid case for why maybe you shouldn’t let people you don’t know [get] too close. I think he got a little too close and one time, and he had to retreat. I can understand that. But I don’t know if we’ll ever really have that level of fame either, so it may be a moot point. Which is okay with me — I kind of too old to be a rock star now.

I’m pretty content if I can maintain and maybe build on this fan base we’ve got. If I’m able to continue doing it, I’m pretty happy. I find making records to be really rewarding, especially right now, while it’s going right. Most of my big ambitions involve records I want to make. [Laughs.]

You haven’t made a secret of the fact that the period immediately preceding this record was a rough patch for the band, with Jason leaving and general exhaustion from something like five or six years of nonstop touring. And yet somehow you came back with what’s arguably your strongest record, both on the strength of the new stuff and the songs that were left over from earlier albums: “Goode’s Field Road.” “You and Your Crystal Meth.”

This record was a fertile period. There were a lot of songs to choose from.

I am really glad we finally found a home for “Goode’s Field Road.” I wrote that particular song back when we were still working on Southern Rock Opera. Of course, I knew when I wrote it it wasn’t for that record. So had I kind of earmarked it for [later], and then there was, like, a four-year period before we got along to recording it for The Dirty South. And then we cut it, like, three different times while we were making that record, and we just never had it. I’d listen to it and think, “It’s okay, but I like the song better than I like this performance.” So it sat on the shelf for two more records.

We kind of locked in to what it is on this record almost accidentally. The take on the record is, for practical purposes, a jam session. We started playing that riff — or whatever it is the song becomes — and I just starting singing it, and everybody kind of lit up: “That’s kind of cool; let’s roll the tape.” It was unplanned and just kind of natural.

There’re a lot of mistakes on the version on the record, and we intentionally left them on because we just liked them. Some of the mistakes we actually incorporated into the song when we learned how to play it live. It’s like, “Okay, remember when we forgot to make this change? Let’s keep doing that.”

You produced and played on Bettye LaVette’s Scene of the Crime album last year, which has been nominated for a Grammy now. Did you choose the songs for her to sing on that?

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Hell, no! I’d never choose a Don Henley song! [Laughs.] I had nothing to do with that, nor did did anybody else that wasn’t Bettye LaVette! I personally pitched her, I think, 50 songs, and she shot down every single one of ‘em. Andy Kaulkin from Anti Records — it was his idea to put us together — he pitched her 60, and I think we might have cut two of ‘em.

Some of the shit she turned down was just off-the-hook cool, but she didn’t want anything to do with it.

Well, now you’ve got to name some of the songs she refused.

“House Where Nobody Lives,” a Tom Waits song off of Mule Variations. Neil Young — [sings] “Dead man, lying by the side of the road” — is that “Don’t Let It Bring You Down”?

I wrote four that I pitched, and that she didn’t want anything to do with. Of course, we ended up writing that song together [“Before the Money Came (The Ballad of Bettye LaVette)]. I still can’t believe that happened. Nick Lowe’s “Homewrecker” would’ve been great. As far as the record ended up almost telling a story, that particular one wouldn’t have fit, so as a producer I’d have pulled that one myself. But I’d love to hear her sing it. I mean, God damn, that’s a great song.

The Tom Waits song probably could’ve fit the structure of the record pretty well. And that Neil Young song — Cooley would’ve made it fit.

The other big one was “This Is Love” by P. J. Harvey —

That would’ve been amazing!

I pitched that one to her. I wanted to build it on an Sly and the Family Stone kind of funk riff thing, just kind of tear it down from its original structure. Almost like a “Superstition” Stevie Wonder thing with the clavinet — I was going to get Spooner [Oldham, the legendary session player who is on about 250 songs you would recognize, going back to the 60s] to play the clavinet on that. I had this arrangement worked up that was just smokin.’

I’m ready to buy the box set from those sessions now.

It never happened. She came in, we played it for her, and she’s like, “Hell, no! I’m not doing that shit!” [Laughs.]

Well, by now, plenty of people have heard the story of the Bettye LaVette album that your father, [Muscle Shoals session player] David Hood, played on in the 70s, and then it didn’t come out for 30-plus years. But now she’s had this late-career resurgence. You and Mike started playing together in 1985, and it wasn’t until Southern Rock Opera in 2001 that your band finally started to get some profile. So you guys and Bettye have that in common.

I think that’s one of the things Andy realized. It’s fun to bad-mouth record company people, but every now and then you meet somebody who’s the real deal. And that guy is brilliant. For him to have the foresight to see that pairing — he completely visualized how he thought it would be, and I think that’s pretty much what he ended up with. And that was without knowing any of us! He had never seen us live. He had our records and was evidently a fan, but he’d never seen us, and we’d never met Bettye. But he heard something in our music that made him think that we had that in us. And of course, we did!

We had been wanting to do something like that for so long. That’s, like, a dream project for all of us, to get to work with a soul legend and make a soul record; to put our stamp on that kind of record. Hell, that’s the family business for me, and yet I’d never done it! I was a kid when that was happening. So it was a dream come true. You’ve got to be careful what you dream, though. [Laughs.]

[Andy] saw a certain kindred spirit. He knew we had survived by being this we’re-not-going-to-take-any-shit-off-of-anybody kind of organization. That’s how we had survived for so long on so little, and that was how she survived. The risk he took was that we’d all kill each other before he got a record! I think he thought that the professionalism we all have would be his one saving grace, and I guess it was. Because we can’t really kill each other; we’ve got a job to do. And once we finish the job, there’s no reason to kill each other.

I love Bettye. And I think, in the end, she loves me, too.

She spoke admiringly of the band when she played here in DC last fall.

Once the record was made, she saw that we really weren’t out to fuck her up or fuck her over. Though whole time, she was so sure we were going to, I guess because everybody did for so long. It’s understandable. That’s what we had to tell ourselves while it was going on: Bettye is this way for a reason. She’s this way because she’s had to be this way. We’d kind of remind ourselves of that every hour or so. She yelled at us a lot. But I can take that, and I knew we were doing good work.

She didn’t know who we were. To her, we were just a bunch of crazy people she’d been paired with who were going to bury her voice under a wall of guitars. Hell, I picked her up to go to the studio the first day — she hadn’t even met the rest of the band yet — and we’re in the car and she goes, “Well, I’ll tell you one motherfuckin’ thing: If you think you’re going to bury my voice under a bunch of motherfuckin’ guitars like you do on each and every one of your records, you’ve got another thing coming, because I think y’alls guitars suck!”

[Laughs.] She ranted for, like, 20 minutes, the entire drive to the studio. That’s how it started. And I was like, “Honey, you can sing louder than all our amps anyway.” What the fuck? [Laughs.]

Let’s talk about your shows. I know from your liner notes that you sequence your albums very carefully, but when you play, you don’t use a setlist, right?

No. It’s a clusterfuck! But that’s the goal: for [the show] to still be sequenced right, without planning it. Some nights, it don’t work. [Laughs.] Some nights it goes off one deep end or another. I never know when I point to Cooley which way he’s gonna take it. And Shonna . . . there’s only two or three ways she can go now, but as we start doing more of her songs in the future, that’ll add another element of surprise.

But that’s part of the fun of it, that sense of anarchy. We’ve been able to retain that as we’ve moved into bigger rooms. There’s maybe a little more professionalism in some aspects of [the show], but hopefully not too much.

We’re a democracy as a band, in our decision-making. But whenever possible, it’s also anarchy.

Well, about that: You guys drink a lot of whiskey onstage. Your shows tend to hit the 2.5-hour mark pretty consistently, and they’re physically very intense — you’re sweating bullets up there. Do you ever sneak offstage to pound a Gatorade or something?

I’m a big believer in re-hydrating yourself. I’m big believer in, whenever possible, pounding some water to balance it out. Otherwise, that shit’ll kill ya!

You guys previewed and worked out a lot of the material from Brighter Than Creation’s Dark on an acoustic, or partially acoustic, tour last year. You’re back to the Big, Loud Rock Show now?

Oh, yeah. At the beginning of the tour [in January], that was a real challenge, because the record was conceived, more or less, onstage during our acoustic show. Electrifying the songs is one thing. But then to apply songs that are this introverted to something as extroverted as our rock show, and have it be true to both, is a weird, delicate balance.

The first few shows were good — interesting, maybe — but they weren’t quite where I was wanting ‘em to be, because we were still trying to find out how to transition these songs into that kind of thing. But about a week or so into the tour, it found its thing in a big way.

It’s morphed into my favorite show that we’ve ever toured behind. It’s really mean.

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It always seemed like closing with Jim Carroll’s “People Who Died” was the only sure thing in the set.

That still happens some nights. That song just won’t die. It’s not even our song, but it’s just such a great place to end the night. We certainly don’t do it every night, because that would become a bore, but we do it more often than we probably ought to, just because it’s so fun.

I’ve been covering that song since it was new. That was about the only song they’d let me sing in the band I was in in high school, because nobody else wanted to bother to learn the words. Then Adam’s House Cat covered it, and this band, too, pretty much from day one. Even when we were doing a more country kind of thing, withthe first record [1998's Gangstability] — upright bass, mandolin, and all that — we still found a way to rock that song out.

Last question: The country has been totally polarized for the last eight years, to a point where we hear the modifier “red state” or “blue state” applied to everything now, which to me seems to reduce everybody to a caricature based on where they’re from. I wonder if many urban or surburban DBT fans have a more nuanced perception of the South than they might’ve before they heard your songs. Is that something you’re conscious of, or that you think about when you’re writing?

Sure. When we wrote our earlier records, none of us had ever really lived outside of the South or spent any time outside of the South. I’m a big believer in “write what you know,” and that’s where we were. And of course, starting with Southern Rock Opera, we were just touring all the time. I’ve spent a lot of the last 10 years all over America — some other countries, too, but especially America.

You can be in Seattle, which is a pretty cosmopolitan, liberal, blue-state American city, but get in your car and drive 25 minutes outside of town, and it could be Georgia with different trees. The accent is a little different. It may be a different industry that’s shutting down. [Laughs.] But by God, it’s the same motherfuckin’ Wal-Mart shutting the local businesses down in every town in America.

Alabama went to Obama by a big margin. The boundaries and the lines aren’t where they used to be.

Drive-By Truckers perform tonight and tomorrow at the 9:30 Club. Patterson Hood urges DBT fans to arrive in time to catch opening act The Dexateens: “They’re fucking great!”