By Chris Gray
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By Chris Gray
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Always a two-step ahead of expectations, Dwight Yoakam can nose out the faint odor of critical backlash from a mile away, covering his tracks with fresh methods before critics can catch their breath to comprehend his next move. In this case, the move at issue is Gone, Yoakam's cozy answer to the platinum sheen of 1993's This Time. A Grammy winner, and deservingly so, This Time was the closest to the Wal-mart racks Yoakam's Buck Owens-birthed country has come. A more understated affair, Gone trots along on the reserve of enthusiasm left unused by its predecessor's overworked arrangements.
Like most everything Yoakam has done since 1988's Buenas Noches from a Lonely Room, Gone is rife with the laments of a loner who feels the pull of the pavement but can't quite shake the memories of those he's left behind. On that rare occasion when Yoakam does lighten the load, it's to poke fun at himself, as in the breezy shuffle "Sorry You Asked?" where he rambles on and on to a weary acquaintance about a recent breakup. The song fades out, and he's still yakking. Gone tosses the occasional curve -- a few soulful numbers with horns, a mariachi trumpet in "Sorry You Asked?" and Yoakam's best Buddy Holly impersonation yet on "Near You." Still, the prevailing attitude is so easygoing and aw-shucks humble that you forget Yoakam may have put some thought into this stuff. Think of Gone as a mobile home next to This Time's sleek high-rise condo -- but no less accommodating for its modest appearance.
It's a painful memory even now: every time my parents went somewhere fun, they'd drop me off with a goofy spinster aunt who loved watching Don Ho on TV and talking about the Hawaiian vacation that she'd take one of these day. That trauma left such a scar on my psyche that I'd rather have had recreational surgery than listen to Hawaiian folk guitar.
But now comes Dancing Cat Records to shame me, and remind me that writing off Hawaiian music because of Don Ho is akin to refusing to listen to anything from the mainland because of Barry Manilow. Dancing Cat Records' unabashed mission is preserving the unique "slack key" style that developed on the islands after Mexican vaqueros brought the guitar to Hawaii in the 1830s. The liner notes tell us that Hawaiian songs are written as gifts to other musicians, and Dancing Cat even gives detailed, song-by-song tuning instructions, an obvious invitation to take these songs and have fun with them.
Slack key involves loosening the top strings of the guitar for greater resonance, so that the bass lines can be thumb-picked while the fingers find the melody. It's the same basic idea as the swamp boogie style of southern Louisiana, where the vocalist/second guitarist plays a heavy rhythm behind the lead. Hawaiian slack key, though, is a bit more complex, featuring instrumental tunes where one player carries lead and rhythm simultaneously in a hypnotic, jazzy style. Another characteristic shared by these two home-grown schools of guitar is that, like most folk music, the climate of their origins seems to have crept into the melodies. When Moses Kahumoku picks out a tribute to his favorite meditation spot with "Ka'aha Point" on Ho'okupu "The Gift," you're there with the birds and palms and gently crashing surf.
The other indigenous Hawaiian stringed innovation is the acoustic steel guitar, developed a half-century or so after the discovery of slack key. The combination of metal resonators set in the body and a metal bar slid down the frets while the strings are triple-picked results in breezy, gliding tones more reminiscent of a vintage concert marimba than a stringed instrument. Hawaiian Touch purports to be "the first-ever recording of pure acoustic steel and slack key guitar duets," which makes it as historically important as it is just pure fun. Alvin Kalanikau Isaacs Jr. is a seventysomething second-generation steel guitarist, and when he lays that steel in his lap and gets down with Barney Kuo, a talented young slack-key virtuoso, it's hard not to smile. This is the music Hawaiians play for each other, not for tourists. Hawaiian Touch collects traditional folk songs, waltzes and compositions for an hourlong front-porch visit out of sight and mind of high-rise tourist hotels.
-- Jim Sherman
Original Soundtracks 1
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