It's that pesky "a" that hangs at the end of "Americana" that's becoming a bit detrimental to the multitude of genres that find shade under its branches. And as a genre title, it threatens to become more and more ambiguous, and less and less impactful. Buffalo's Alison Pipitone is a straight-up, straight-ahead barroom rock 'n' roller, a rough and rowdy soundtrack for blue-collar romeos, sawdust floors, and dancing girls on tables. Some might call her Americana. I say we drop the "a" and let the hippies keep it. Alison Pipitone doesn't need it; she plays American music. You'll see.