Issue # 77 March 2007 thewigwambam.com
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Ignoring Objectivity Since 1998 WIG WAM BAM “Albuquerque zine of music & nepotism”
LOCAL SHOWS NM venues, bands from here or there
Afterpill, Alchemical Burn, Black T Shirt Monday, Chocolate Helicopter, Cobra//Group, Diverje, the Fabulous Weasels (aka The New Strawberry Zots), Fando (2x), Fighting Chance, Joe West Situation, Jucifer, Lionhead Bunny (2x), Lone Monk, Nano Crack (2x), Pan!c (2x), Raine Vivian, Romeo Goes To Hell, Roñoso, The Shins, The New Strawberry Zots, SuperGiant, Suspended, Troublemakers, Unit 7 Drain, Unnatural Element (2x), Xoe Fitzgerald
LOCAL RELEASES NM bands, any label
Freddie Kekaulike Baker Live (2007 CD-R) (privately circulated memorial)
LOCAL SHOWS
Roñoso, Suspended, Fando 12/22/06 @ R.B. Winning See show photos here The question arose of how a sedate coffee shop would deal with a night of thrashcore. We were all curious,  including the guys I know who set up the gig. Although Winning’s has hosted rock and roll shows before, there’s never been anything of this caliber before. Arriving early we saw that there was only one Winning “regular” in the place who endeavored to pay no heed to the hardcore/ hesher hordes that trickled in but they couldn’t be denied. Tables and chairs were moved, equipment humped and sound-check squeals broke the cold and crisp evening air. First up, Fando (formerly Millard Fillmore. And Pigheart. And Menaul Sorrow. And….) opened their grab-bag and surprised us with a diamond-sharp rock edge, rather  more like the galloping Cowboy Up! and roaring Old Man than their latest ambient but still hard swirl. Next, the three-gal Suspended stepped up with hair-whippin’ bass driven songs that each had one word titles like Confusion, Destroy and the like. A tight metal howl of the type that I have a tough time judging ‘cause of my pop preferences but I’m told they’re damn good and saw no reason to dispute. Wrapping things up, the Roñoso boys raged like a pile of rabid lab monkeys, remaining my all-time favorite of the hard stuff, sort of my token thrash/grind/powercore favorite. My other “token” faves of similar “hard” genres: Dead On Point Five, Black Maria, Below the Sound (R.I.P.) as well as the much-missed Word Salad. A sweet treat tonight was actually getting to hear Miles’ guitar as its usually hidden beneath the tumult. We feared for his safety and health since he downed a tall cup of caffeine and looked like he might have a keel over, red-faced,  right there in front of us. We and he were spared that indignity--thankchrist--instead bearing witness to Roñoso’s “heart” core: always an underpinning of sweetness despite their ear-busting noise. Pan!c 12/29/06 @ Burt’s See show photos here Snow and ice abounding and KKKOB-TV’s Tom Joles and Nicole Brady warning all to stay indoors but we figured if the bands braved the blizzard, so can we. Ha! As it turned out, despite many of the band-members on the scene at Burt’s, none brought gear and we faced a quiet night at the Tiki Lounge. It was novel for me since I rarely go to bars without the promise of rock and roll. A splendid time was had by all despite our trying to make as many band people feel like gutless wimps for canceling… ahem. But lo! just after midnight the stalwart and sturdy Pan!c slid home on icy streets, loaded gear and returned to rock the faithful. My third Pan!c show and favorite so far not only because we were all liquored up warm n’ fuzzy by this time but the improvement was astounding. Eva Racecar’s voice was in the best form ever, Tony’s drums were solid and bracing while Mike’s guitar was spot on beautiful. It was a happy/sad occasion since he rocked but this was his last gig with the band, moving on out-of-state to hopefully bigger and better paychecks. Buena suerte, Miguel. Next show, we’ll be treated to Dead On Dominic on the strings and I’m curious as hell since the only non-metal/non-hardcore thing I’ve ever heard the man do was sling guitar with porn-punkers Beefcake In Chains. “Sharp” best describes the band tonight in all ways: Mike’s sharkskin suit and clean edged licks, Tony slicing the air as he  slammed the sticks and Eva’s cheekbones, one of New Mexico’s richest calcium deposits. As a fat bonus (for a girl group geek like me), we were treated to a cover of Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow, the 1960 Shirelles chart-topper written by Carole King and Gerry Goffin. Add Pan!c to a long line of bands to cover this classic that includes Dusty Springfield, the Four Seasons, Françoise Hardy, Velvet Underground drummer Mo Tucker and (gack!) Red Hot Chili Peppers. Pan!c’s music offers old school punk breakdowns but in sum total  is fine plain ol’ rock and roll. The night was all the more perfect since we’d resigned ourselves to no live music but neither snow nor rain nor gloom of night stayed these  couriers of rock from their appointed rounds. Rounds of drinks that is. Pan!c to the rescue! Xoe Fitzgerald, Joe West Situation, Lone Monk 1/13/07 @ Mineshaft Tavern; Madrid, NM Submitted by David Shodo Portolano Gender-Bending Genius. First let me start off by saying as a disclaimer that I opened the show solo as Lone Monk playing a set of originals and covers. I would like to thank Joe for giving me a chance to play in such a cool place. The Mineshaft has to be the best club in NM for a live show. It has that wild west anything can happen vibe that is very exciting and it is the perfect atmosphere to take in the honky-tonk bard and his exceptional band. Incidentally the bar is under new ownership and this was one of their first nights and it was door to door with thirsty customers ready to soak up the great music. I would like to wish the ladies best of luck and hope that this auspicious night would be the first of many successful evenings to come. The Joe West Situation started the evening off with a set of country classics which included Okie From Muskogee and Rhinestone Cowboy, as well as fan favorites like The Human Cannonball and $2000 Navajo Rug, and also a chicken-fried version of Shake Your Booty thrown in for good measure. The band is real tight and guitarist Ben Wright plays acoustic with wah-wah pedal, occasional e-bow lines, and lots of good taste and economy, not crowding a single measure with over-playing.  The rhythm section of Noah Baumeister on bass and DJ Paul Feathericci on drums were locked in tight and hot all night. After about a 45 minute set they took a break and got ready for the feisty, always radiant Xoe Fitzgerald to take the stage. The crowd could only imagine what they were about to become a part of.   There were a couple of dudes in dresses milling around in anticipation. I overheard some grumbling about the fact that there were going to be trannies in the bar. I must admit I saw none that were really done up. When Xoe took the stage with her band they were now transformed into no shirt, leather pants wearing rock and roll animals. DJ Paul looked like a scary Kabuki zombie and played like he was a man possessed- they all did. Ben Wright switched to his Stratocaster and was wailing like Mick Ronson/Steve Hunter the whole show -- amazing!!! Xoe was wearing a gold lamé outfit with  nice tan platform boots and a white wig that Andy Warhol would have died for. She was radiant and eloquent telling her story with total I-don’t- give-a fuck-what-you-think attitude. It practically made me weep and streak my mascara. She told of her birth in Madrid and of being the love child of an alien Ziggy Stardust who knocked up her mom while in town filming a movie. Borrowing two songs from her “father’s” repertoire The Man Who Sold The World and Heroes, I must honestly say that her own compositions were as strong and comforting and blended well with the Bowie tunes that were their impetus. The crowd was packed, writhing, dancing, copulating, breathing in every word of the songs heard for the first time and all knowing this was a magical rock and roll spectacle and that they would speak of this occasion for many years to come. Xoe made a couple of wardrobe changes throughout the evening. Once coming out in a camouflage dress w/ plastic army helmet. She ended the evening with white fishnet stockings and a red negligee, adorning red butterfly wings. Mike the Can Man was wearing a fine robot costume and danced with the ladies as his x-ray eyes glared out at the crowd which was now oozing as one symbiotic organism. This tale was very sad and symbolized to me the effectiveness of guitars and drums in overcoming sexual identity confusion. Some of Xoe’s outfits were auctioned off at the end of the show to help raise money for her home for homeless time-traveling transvestites called Fallen Angels of the Galaxy or F.A.G. The show was recorded and all I can do is pray for it’s DVD release so I can enjoy this experience again and again. Rock on, Xoe!!!   The Shins 1/13/07 on Saturday Night Live 1/23/07 on David Letterman Although by no stretch of the imagination do The Shins qualify as a ‘burque “local” band anymore, they’re siempre our homeboys, ese! I’ve never get used to seeing madman Dave Hernandez quietly playing bass and despite it being a good song, I don’t enjoy seeing them play New Slang since Marty Crandall doesn’t get to do much of anything but stand around behind his keyboards with maracas or shakers or something, a waste of talent! Still in all, its cool watching people you used to see stumbling around our downtown on teevee. But I still wanna chuck stuff like ice cubes and empties at “Cisco” Hernandez, just like in the ol’ Scared of Chaka days… Local boys make good. And sound good too, remaining (with New Pornographers) the best “mainstream” indie pop out there.                       The New Strawberry Zots (a.k.a. the Fabulous Weasels), Fighting Chance, Afterpill 1/20/07 @ Ralli’s See show photos here Long before the Shins signed big to Sub-Pop, before the Eyeliners triumphed on the Warped Tour, The Strawberry Zots were “the” band from Albuquerque who were going to make it. Following a “pro” produced CD and rumors of a number one hit on some nebulous east coast radio station, we waited to see what would happen. Alas the Zots had the unique distinction of being both “behind the times” (material covered from/inspired by ‘60s go-go garage nuggets) and ahead of it (1990? too early for the “alternative rock” boom). Now they’re back in full 21st century glory, still ‘60s psych-out new-er wave garage. Too bad none of the Zots crowd from the old days showed up (except of course my escort, their #1 fan) but it was a triumphant if low-key return after a no-gig decade. It would’ve tested the patience of Job though to endure the proceedings until the Zots were up. First, textbook emo Afterpill were cranked ungodly loud. Dreadful. Then equally throwaway band Fighting Chance from California played a mercifully short Sublime-like set while some dude was wandering around the club trying to get people to listen to some other band’s CD-R demo  --for a buck. Get the fuck outta here! I’m glad Ralli’s offers another live music venue downtown but the place was starting to get on my nerves. Finally! The Zots sound check was more promising than the previous crud we’d endured, hidden in the back and around the corner, as far from the stage as possible get. Now, we got right up front and see what we’d been missing for ten years. Frontman Mark Andrews made a killer “comeback”  in gold lamé  suit jacket and red tie…and borrowed lipstick from Jamie. Although I know it must’ve been hot up there, I was crushed when he took the jacket off. Oh well, the show must go on..! After a brief sound montage intro (“Up With People”?!! ), they plowed right into the 1964 Dave Clark Five hit Bits and Pieces, a good opening stomper. Throughout the night, they sprinkled the set with other covers like Yummy Yummy Yummy and Ziggy Stardust, not bad tunes in and of themselves (well, I dunno about Georgey Girl) but these guys have enough superb originals in their repertoire that cutting back on the covers would be no loss. Even so I must admit, their recorded version of the American Breed’s 1968 Bend Me, Shape Me as a languid liquid-smoke dream is just what covers ought to be about: claiming it as your own. And less obvious ones by the Suburbs or Jim Carroll resound with a freshness unlike You Really Got Me, which everyone is tired of hearing by now, even the Kinks. But I’m just bitching. After a long hiatus and a number of new members, easing back in onstage this way works. However as evidenced by powerful numbers like Doin’ It All For You, Star Star Star and especially the Go-Go’s-esque And You, the Zots have the talent to wow us with their own material. And they do. Its like Boyce-Hart meets the Bangles with Kasenetz-Katz arrangements as performed by the Del-Vetts or the Knickerbockers. Never heard of those last two? That’s the point: you could slip Zot originals into Lenny Kaye’s ground-breaking  Nuggets compilation and they’d fit right in with all the obscure but outstanding ‘60s garage bands while kicking butt over many of ‘em.  The New Strawberry Zots 1/24/07 cable TV/ web appearance on Talk Show This This was supposed to be available as streaming video online but either they screwed up (possibly) or I’m a troglodyte who couldn’t get the stream to work (more likely). The host of Talk Show This is pointedly unfunny most of the time and (a bad sign in a comedian) says “fuck” a lot. He does get off a few good lines here and there though so is not without promise but needs an editor as much as I do to glean the grain from the chaff. But since I blather endlessly here, I can’t rightly fault him for doing the same. But I will anyway (ha! See? Where’s that editor when you need one?). The recently reunited Zots got two song slots, very well done in spite of uneven sound production. Their spots were nicely augmented by frontman Mark Andrews’ wonderful clip collages of vintage exploito-porn, amateur monster movies and 1950s juvenile delinquent docu-dramas. Their low-key comeback is pretty sharp, easing into the lukewarm reception waters of the local scene since their former fan base is now mostly busy refinancing the house. The Ralli’s show was damn far under everyone’s radar as was this appearance but we’re hoping they ramp up the gig/visibility factor soon. Perhaps most enjoyable of all, during the interview Mark said almost nothing except asking where and when he could light the cig in his hand (he doesn’t even smoke!) and deferred all queries to the Zots “manager” sitting next to him-- in reality some random guy they’d met the day before. Host-dude was getting annoyed since they were beating him at his own game while providing far more entertainment than his cheap-shot lame-o frat boy humor. It pays to remember that many of the old hippie/psychedelic excesses were pure put-on, just to mess with establishment marshmallow minds. Although not in their repertoire, its obvious the Strawberry Zots remember well Strawberry Fields, the Beatles 1968 single: “Nothing is real”. This Week In Review: Confessions of a band junkie  Submitted by A.K. Oss Since objectivity is expressly ignored in Wig Wam Bam, here's a new offering on my part... What an amazing week so far. Starting with this last Tuesday January 23rd; I played at Burt's Tiki Lounge twice that night. The first set was Unnatural Element vs. Nano Crack. UnEl is v0sh and myself, Nano is Sindrone and I. As much as I enjoyed our set (hard dance industrial electro) I have to say you should have seen our rehearsal hours before we performed. It blew away what we did at the show. Which only confirms my superstition about practicing on the day you play out-don't do it! On the upside I believe v0sh, Sindrone and I will pursue a more rehearsed and refined project as far as the three of us performing. Usually I am all about the improv but I am seeing the benefits of the trio working some material out! I think sin is bringing that out in us. After we did our vs. set Lionhead Bunny took the stage. These two musical magicians never cease to amaze me. I think they play out about as much as I do and work in ALMOST as many projects. Bud and Jessica treated us to some lovely sounds, music and mayhem that were inspiring. The best part about watching these two is witnessing the non verbal dialog that ensues as they play off and cue one another about what’s "next". Once they finished, at my encouragement, we did a foursome. Jessica, Bud, Vosh and moi. Moving into ethereal and sonic clustered territories we carved and layered soundscapes fit for hallucinatory dreams & terrors alike. I adore being able to communicate this way with other musicians. That Friday the 26th had me playing twice again. This time at the District downtown. The first was my solo baby Alchemical Burn. I ventured into my familiar noise stuff, but brought in healthy amount of minimal melodies and some spaced out synth manipulations. I remember thinking 'I do not want to scare the crowd away' but once I was doing it nothing really mattered. I know I was an anomaly this evening but I am enjoying that role now and then in the heart of the downtown "rock and roll" scene. After my 22 minute set came Raine Vivian. Local young musicians doing some fine synth rock ala NIN, Final Cut, etc. I have to say I prefer the stripped down setup they used here. Minus the guitars and such, the hooks and grooves of the synth lines are really standout. I had realized this was more appealing to my ears when these boys started doing Wake Six. Phil (Botkiller’s bro) DJ'ing was a nice added touch as well. I hope they pursue this direction more. Next up was Diverje. What can I say. Tommy is a madman and loves it that way. What a long way he has really come too. Honestly this is ‘burque’s best live industrial rock band right now. With the vertigo bothers and Botkiller as the live band these boys slay, and Tommy loves playing in the blood (stage style...) Hard ass dance industrial rockness, plenty of deep synth hooks with a healthy dose of verbal angst. Last but NEVER least was Vertigo Venus. I am biased and with that will let you know VV is poised to take over Albuquerque with our melodic synth punk metal pop you in the eye style. Really, it's been nothing but great fun working with Chris (guitar), Jeff (vocals, synth), Buddy (synth), and (me) Ken (bass). I can feel every time we perform the crowd goes away smiling and bopping around. They know when it's all over we are here for some serious fun. The end of this night culminated with the bar dancing there asses off to the hip hop funk tunes like it was time to lock the doors for the after party! Next comes this last Monday the 29th. The Albuquerque musical improvisational collective known as Cobra//Group took the stage at the Launchpad. We did our thing for just under 40 minutes. What our thing is, is a musical game created by the uncompromising John Zorn. A musical game of cards. Think of a musical conductor (called a prompter) who must give the cues the players tell him to. We do this with a series of hand cues. Each cue is representative of a specific change in the playing process. When the prompter has  gotten everyone’s attention to the change to come he "drops" the card and that change happens. The result is an ever changing ever evolving set of wondrous sound, noise, and even music. Cobra//Group is the kind of thing you MUST see to get a grasp of. There are any where from six to thirteen players on the stage at once. We come from bands such as (but not limited to); Lowlights, Lionhead Bunny, Alchemical Burn, Unnatural Element, Xicana Machete, Black Guys, Bone Tar, Alaska In Winter, Ya Ya Boom Project, Apothecary Blue, etc. Beware we will eat, digest and spew forth every nuance of sound and music that comes across us! Second in tonight’s lineup the ever loving Fando (formerly Pigheart, formerly Millard Fillmore, formerly formerly). These boys offer their songs a bit different every time I have seen them. Always great and bursting with sonic under and overtones that keep warning of some impending harmonic explosion. This is underground on the upper stage, where discordance is a comfort and hooks are incidental weapons. Kudos galore! Tonight I saw shades of Victims Family licking the lips of old Neurosis. Up last this eve were the bombastic Jucifer! Playing, literally, through a wall of amplifiers this frenzied duo bring their brand of hardcore, sludge, trip hop (that's right!) rock and attitude with a possessed vengeance. Whether she's crooning like flirtation, moaning like sex, whispering like a witch, or screaming like a demoness Jucifer’s singer commands all attention and utilizes it to shake your foundation. If John Bonham played for the Dresden Dolls you'd understand just what the drummer brings to the table. The energy of this project is infectious and outrageous. These two deserve a weekend night in ‘burque sharing a bill with the likes of Black Maria (plant that in Brian Banks ear)!!!  Lionhead Bunny, Unnatural Element vs Nano Crack 1/23/07 @ Burt’s Backed by a pinball light show that was eerily in sync with the music --although it was just some guy feeding quarters into the Bally table--Unnatural Element vs Nano Crack was 86% beats and three guys twisting knobs, serving up some Cape Canaveral white-noise succotash with a few tabla-like echoes. Visceral and cerebral at the same time. Next, Lionhead Bunny played banjo and fiddle filtered through fx boxes and the fever dreams of the ghosts of African slaves who invented the banjo by marrying chords and beats -- strings stretched across a drum head. A few other spirits were likely called up as well. Me, my bed was calling so I slipped out mid-show into the night, trailed by Gambian juju… Chocolate Helicopter, the Troublemakers 1/28/07 @ the Albuquerque Museum The invitational exhibition Unlimited Boundaries: Dichotomy of Place in Contemporary Native American Art features contemporary works with the common theme of how Indi’ns view themselves and their culture,  within and without. A kick-off rock show featured two bands like night and day, summer and winter from one another. Opening, Gary Farmer (best known for his winning role in the film Pow Wow Highway) and the Troublemakers were nothing but a straight-up same-old electric blues band and a couple of Chuck Berry stylings with riffs stolen from Big Brother & the Holding Company’s Sam Houston Andrew III. Nothing you haven’t heard before -- and too often I might add-- from any bar blues band you can think of. One gal took a few vocals that weren’t bad but nothing to get excited over either. I applauded politely as one is supposed to do in the semi-formal audience but stifled yawns from note one. Chocolate Helicopter on the other hand took the Unlimited Boundaries theme all the way with a powerful bean pot chock full of rock, skate punk-funk, backbeats, DJ breaks and powerful voice that shook the ghosts out of the museum experience that is too often a home for relics rather than new and free thought. Guitarman Jake Fragua (who also sat in on drums for Farmer who couldn’t even get his name right) worked it like Carlos Santana playing in the Muddy Waters band while riffing on Jorma (Jefferson Airplane) Kaukonen and Brett (Bad Religion) Gurewitz. Mixmaster WM7 was unfortunately mixed too low to hear the range of his  scratches but busted loose when the others vibed down. My adopted niece Rose Bean sang it proud, a little but not too far from her Missy Elliot inspirations, laying down politicized lyrics vital for all peoples. Bassman Cougar held it tight and funky on the bottom end. Drummer Michael pounded out booming beats that rattled the metaphorical false teeth of those in attendance who didn’t approve of such proceedings in a hoary place of traditions. The Helicopter well knows however that traditions evolve, devolve, ebb and flow across the eons, many of which they touched on today even though they turned it down a step for the museum crowd. If this was notched down, I’d love to see Chocolate Helicopter crank the motherfucker up! Unit 7 Drain, Romeo Goes To Hell, SuperGiant @ Atomic See show photos here Pan!c, Black T Shirt Monday @ Burt’s 2/3/07 I hadn’t heard of Black T Shirt Monday before and sad to say, I’m fine with that. There must be someone who likes non-descript bar rock with L.A.-style rocker chick vocals but I’m not one of them. So I headed out from Burt’s to catch a little of mega-fuzz rockers SuperGiant next door at Atomic. It was crowded, loud and smoky, the way a heavy rock show oughtta be. The funky-azz bass and volcanic drums are my fave features here. A lot of listeners focus on the guitar and singer. Not me. First, I look at the rhythm section. If a band ain’t got those chops, they ain’t got shit. SuperGiant got shit. But since heavyfuzz isn’t my bag, after a few songs I strolled back to Burt’s for Pan!c featuring Dead-on Dom’s debut as interim lead guitar. I was afraid I’d be compelled to wear earplugs during his signature auditory nerve damage riffs, a first during a Pan!c set. Although the band rocks, they’re a bit kinder and gentler punky roll than yer average black tee-shirt wearin’ tongue-waggin’ blunt-rollin’ rocker. My fears were unfounded as Dom upped the ampage while remaining true to the band’s spirit and strength --which is using punk to their advantage rather than a pointless head-bashing exercise. No, the real concern here is Mistress Eva being such a--ahem--whip-cracking taskmaster/frontwoman that she continually drives axemen away in tattered shambles. Poor guys… Much to the consternation of the Atomic doorguy, once again I shuttled to their stage to catch Romeo Goes To Hell. Despite being Rex-less (line up change alert!), RGTH tore us another new one thanks in large part to that madman drummer of theirs. The keys of my dog King Dogg were once again (now and forever I hope!) turned higher than merely audible. Rachel Goes To Hell filled the job of two guitarists just fine while Levi Eleven has sort of an endearing  sloppy Sinatra attitude as frontman. Ring a ding ding. Finally, the fluorescent and focused finesse of Unit 7 Drain floored me -- as always--with a precision Ice-9 allotropy of unerring pop and musical rage. If that’s too much to fathom, nevermind. They made me dance my ass off, as always.
LOCAL RELEASES
Freddie Kekaulike Baker Live (2007 CD-R) (privately circulated memorial) Ironic how it took the sudden passing of Tiki legend Freddie K. Baker on February 5, 2007 to finally spur the production of a CD he never had time for: he was too busy, tirelessly playing every club date he could. From a couple of recording sessions by radio stations KUNM and KOB, this disc was put together by his wife Jane Ong-Baker and given away at his memorial service on the 24th. I couldn’t attend as I was on a biz trip in Wisconsin during the hardest snow-storm of the season, far from the Polynesian landscapes suggested by these 13 tracks: Blue Hawaii, Sweet Lelani, Hano Hai, Tiny Bubbles… From his homeland in Hawaii (where he played ukulele in bands by age 13) Baker arrived on the mainland in the late 50s. He played bit parts in surf movies, taught Hollywood stars how to ride the waves, rubbed elbows with Gary Cooper, Mitzi Gaynor, & Betty Grable and headlined Vegas when the Polynesian boom was in full effect. By 1965, Freddie was a regular in Albuquerque at the Tiki Kai Nightclub (which later burned). In 1990, he established residency at the Polynesian Lounge set inside the New Chinatown, a restaurant run by the Ong and Jew families since 1951. It was originally located downtown rather than along Route 66 on deteriorating Central Avenue. After the Chinatown’s 2003 closing, he found a home at the Town House steak joint for his falsetto island crooning and sweet sophisticated approach to what many deemed schmaltz. But for Baker, it was never a joke or a sly hipster wink but the real deal until his death two days before his 86th birthday. From the opening tune I Will Remember You through the closer To You Sweetheart, Aloha this disc is a delight although its sad there’s no live cuts from his old full band days but mostly “beat box” tracking. But no matter: it’s that last track that will stick with me, not only for its “until we meet again” sentiment but the lovely Hawaiian slide guitar backed with a simple bass and brush drumbeat. Beautiful.
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