A Boston Punk’s Journey Towards Americana

Written by February 12th, 2014 at 11:49 am

Mike McColgan
Mike McColgan says he had golden dreams, but that was a long time ago.

A 9-year stint in California afforded the Boston native financial stability and perspective on his musical career, but it was a midnight drive on the farm-to-market road 359, a highway whose blacktop winds through the suburbs west of Houston, Texas, that provided inspiration.

Mike is a pioneer of the modern Boston punk scene, co-founding the band Dropkick Murphys, best known for their song “Shipping Up To Boston” from the film The Departed. Now, he’s the face of Street Dogs, a socially conscious punk band from Dorchester that sing of inequality, justice, organized labor, and their love for the Commonwealth. He was in Texas on a whim.

“There was all sorts of different talk about me doing a solo record so I called Johnny Rioux [Street Dogs guitarist] and Rick Barton [songwriter/guitarist] and asked if they wanted to contribute anything. Naturally, they were excited and said ‘yeah!’ so we got together for one session in Houston and started to get immersed in songwriting,” he says. “We responded to what moved us and tracked it immediately—we hadn’t rehearsed at all, and the album was done. It was a big departure to how we operate.”

He and Rioux travelled that highway every day and one night noticed the sign “FM359” glowing brighter than usual. “That’s it, that’s the name of the band,” he says with a laugh. “This sort of enlightenment never happens to us.” With a full-length Americana album dubbed Truth, Love, and Liberty, and the name of the band established, the band was born. Punk is all Mike’s ever known, but he is now embarking on a new journey, juggling his old band with his new one, and establishing himself as a folk artist in a scene that’s becoming familiar throughout the punk rock ethos.

The band is back in Boston to debut the record at McGreevy’s, an Irish bar that’s owned by Ken Casey, Mike’s Dropkick Murphys co-founder, and current frontman. It’s an unseasonably warm Wednesday night in mid-January. I find Mike blending in with the crowd, dressed in a charcoal plaid shirt, interwoven with a much more subdued grey and red line pattern. He’s standing patiently at the bar, trying to capture the attention of a blonde bartender who’s juggling one too many beer orders. A simple nod of appreciation for the work she’s doing reels her in. Standing amidst his peers and a sea of scaly caps, he’s forfeited his signature punk headpiece for the night, opting instead a slicked back hairdo that would typically bestow an aura of youthfulness, if not for the salt & pepper specks on his goatee that unapologetically reveal his true age.

“Hey, it is good to see you” he says with a friendly smile to the fans that surround him.

20 feet past the bar, a couple of table booths have been removed to create a makeshift stage area. There are three different guitars of different shapes and colors lined up against the wall. An accordion lays stage left, and a mandolin graces the opposite end.

With the exception the punks and friends in attendance, this is not a typical scene from a traditional Street Dogs show. But everyone is there for one reason: To catch their Boston barroom hero unveil his brand new band. FM359 plays music that they pitch as a “revolutionary, humanitarian gospel Americana,” or to the lucky few whom have heard the promotional releases, the sound is a confluence of folk and western-blended punk rock & roll. Unless the crowd is in-the-know with what Mike has been up to these past couple of months, most people expecting a direct lineage to Street Dogs will be taken by surprise.

In a sense, this project is a re-branding for Mike. His working class upbringing shines through the band’s music; the black and white pictures of early 1900’s life that adorn the bar are appropriate for the folk music the band plays. He finds comfort in those tiny details; he feels right at home.

“The feel of the album is about introspection. It’s deeper than the group’s ever gone, deeper than I’ve ever gone as a lyricist,” he says. “We mined the depths of our souls and we put it all up on front street and it served the project well. I think a lot of people can identify with it.”

It’s fitting that the band has settled under an old Americana banner and a sign that says “Boston Americans 1908.” — “That obviously wasn’t by design,” he stays and we share a laugh.
He takes center stage and downs a can of Red Bull. He’s ready to rock. Johnny Rioux gently strums his guitar, while his callused fingers navigate through I-IV-V chord progressions. Mike has written songs of hope in G, and the crowd approvingly nod in tempo to the tapping of his Doc Martens as he wails away, reaching some of the highest notes he’s ever sung, but didn’t even know he could reach.

With the first song over, he has shattered expectations of whether a punk singer can play this style of music in an Irish punk bar in Boston. The crowd cheers him on, song after song — they even raise their pints of Guinness to him.

FM359’s debut performance was well-received. Mike mingles for a bit, signing albums and taking pictures with his fans, a positive testament to his character. When he saw me purchase an album he called me over so he could sign it. It was a simple note that conveyed incredible meaning: “Thank you for the support. Mike McColgan.”

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