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Not bitter, just righteous 01/11/02
It's easy to imagine that Graham Parker has had a frustrating career. There's the fact the fabulous critical acclaim of such early albums as
"Howlin' Wind" and "Squeezing Out Sparks" never translated into any
commercial breakthrough. Instead Parker became a music-biz vagabond,
bouncing among a half-dozen major labels before settling on the
independent Razor & Tie in the mid-1990s and trying various bands and
production approaches along the way. Then there's the fact he's hardly been shy about expressing himself on
the subject, most notoriously in "Mercury Poisoning," a hard-hitting
kiss-off to his first label ("Their promotion's so lame/they could never
ever take it to the real ballgame"), but also in later tunes such as the
sardonic "Success" (note how he overemphasizes the first syllable). As he
put it on a song from 1996, "I don't appeal to the masses, and they don't
appeal to me." But lest you think he's merely a bitter man with a guitar, notice the
air of defiance and perseverance in that same song: "I can't stand it any
longer, I can't suffer any more fools/I'm gonna keep on sharpening axes
till I've got the sharpest tools." And so he has. Parker has kept at his craft, continuing to grind away
at such recurring themes as political hypocrisy, social absurdity and
myriad frustrations of daily life. He's always had one of rock's greatest
voices, yet over the past decade he has learned to use it more artfully
without blunting its serrated edge. And in a Boston combo called the Figgs
he's even found another band to suggest the kind of fire of his original
unit, the Rumour. Expect all these things to come together Monday night, when Parker
plays the Aladdin Theater. Whether Parker gets the recognition he deserves as one of the most
trenchant and soulful singer-songwriters of the past 25 years, he's not
about to change his ways, even though he did take a brief detour into
short-story writing with "Carp Fishing on Valium" (St. Martin's Press,
$22.95, 256 pages) published in 2000. But the not-uncommon accusation that Parker is in fact bitter about his
musical life -- or, more relevant, that his music has become bitter --
seems to stem from a misunderstanding about him. Parker earned his
reputation as an angry young man, a pub-rock singer whose pointed social
commentary and sharp musical instincts presaged the more meaningful
aspects of the late-'70s new wave. But the old saw about scratching a
cynic and finding a romantic underneath fits for Parker. He might view the
world around him as craziness and chaos, but that just makes him value
love's redemptive power like a survivalist loves his well-stocked bomb
shelter. He can still bite and snarl when he wants to, as the muscular snap of
his latest album, "Deepcut to Nowhere," proves. But more so than perhaps
any notable rock songwriter aside from John Hiatt, Parker has embraced not
just maturity but domesticity in his work. As he announced in a tune
called "A Brand New Book" more than a decade ago: "The words came out/Not
twist and shout/'Cause that's not what a grown man writes about." So what does he write about now? Well, he still skewers all manner of
pomposity ("High Horse") and the cudgels of authority ("Syphilis &
Religion"). Yet few others also could get such charming effect out of
parenting's minor trials as Parker does in "Tough on Clothes" or pinpoint
his own suburban foibles as directly as he does in "Socks 'n' Sandals." It's enough to make you think that, somewhere amid the rock-'n'-roll
road and the comforts of home, Graham Parker has found the dedicated
artist and family man doesn't have time for too much frustration.
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