Wurlitzer Dawgs Out!   Live a Little, Big Kenny's re-released,
pre—Big & Rich solo album, brings the noise candy, not the nose
candy. It's a skyful of Purple Planetberries, exploding on cue,
presented 2 U by B.K., a psych-pop-goes-the-country P.T. Barnum,
bopping through amber waves with his drum machine: a confidence
man, in every sense and nonsense.  A true con artist has to love
his (and all!) mythology, so Kenny's as much wistful crooner as
carny barker when singing through a megaphone-like vocoder about
"a place where dreams come true." He gets his comeuppance in
"Cheater's Lament." Even more so, in "Think Too Much," with
virtual drumsticks bouncing off the impervious cello-and-viola
cloud of his Orbisonic orbit.  But Roy O. was a Traveling
Wilbury, of course (alchemizing with a Bard, a Beatle, an ELO,
and a Petty). Which may be why his lonely soul mate Big K.'s
only answer, my friends, is the molten-candle-wax Spaghetti
Western Mystery Tour that never ends. (With a tip of Big's
feathered top hat to "Dor