If you were shopping only at your local record store, you probably missed some of the best albums to come out of Texas this year.
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IT’S THE TIME OF YEAR WHEN EVERYBODY’S supposed to be buying box sets like ZZ Top’s four-CD retrospective, Chrome, Smoke & BBQ, as Christmas presents and critics are supposed to be preparing their top-ten lists. I’ll avoid both. Instead, I want to tell you about the state’s most underrated or under-recognized CDs this year—the best Texas music of 2003 that you’ve probably not heard of because it was released by the artists directly or by small independent labels. In either case, there was little or no money for promotion, and the Internet was usually the chief means of distribution (many of these will be impossible to find in most stores). But Lone Star musicians being an industrious lot, there are hundreds of indie bands to choose from, so I’ve narrowed the field down further by limiting myself to the rootsy stuff. I like my Texas music to sound like Texas. So go ahead and get the ZZ Top box if you must, but while you’re at it, check out this baker’s dozen of stocking stuffers.
Among country cognoscenti, the biggest buzz of late is the shuffle, a small-combo kissing cousin of western swing that’s frequently as infectious. Ray Price’s tricky four-four beat was popularized by his “Crazy Arms” in 1956 and then held sway in Nashville for well over a decade before fading, but around here it’s back with a vengeance. The top young practitioners are Fort Worth’s Jake Hooker and the Outsiders and Martindale’s Justin Trevino. On Live/Set One (southlandrecords.com), the 27-year-old Hooker’s voice cuts and throbs with a sure rhythmic sense (perhaps because in addition to playing bass on his own records, he’s also a drummer). He’s unbeatable on Price’s thrusting “I’ll Be There” and Darrell McCall’s wrenching slow ballad “Just Move Your Fingers.” On his own album, Hooker’s fiddle player, Bobby Flores, displays a high, smooth voice that marks him as more of a crooner. With considerable overdubbing, his Just for the Record (bobbyflores.com) has less of an organic feel than Hooker’s. Still, “Spicher Waltz,” which features not the usual twin fiddles but a trio of them, is an elegant variation on Fritz Kreisler’s 1910 classical tune, and the version of Don Gibson’s “Oh, Lonesome Me” flat-out skedaddles. Both men rely too heavily on Price’s catalog and could use some originals, though that hardly matters on the dance floor, where shuffles are best heard.
Trevino, meanwhile, didn't release an album this year, but he's the bassist and occasional lead singer on the Cornell Hurd Band's Live at Jovita's/Don't Quit Your Night Job (cornellhurdband.com). Though Hurd does the bulk of the singing, there are actually four leads, at least as many superb soloists, and guest performers galore in what's usually a ten-piece country band that includes a baritone sax and a rubboard. The band also blends together shuffles, swing, honky-tonk ballads, and countrified rock and R&B with ingenuity and good humor. For my money, their shows thus capture the spirit and scope of the original, revue-style western swing bands better than those of any other modernists. And while Hurd does resurrect his share of chestnuts, he also writes everything from deadpan novelties ("Rubboard Playing Man") to stirring weepers ("I Cry, Then I Drink, Then I Cry") and barroom stomps ("I Don't Care What It Is That You Did When You Lived in Fort Worth"). Fiddler Howard Kalish, a frequent Hurd guest, is best known for his fifteen-year tenure with Don Walser's Pure Texas Band, which ended early this year. On his swinging solo debut, What the Hey (howardkalishmusic.com), he's backed by his former bandmates and by Austin A-listers like pianist Floyd Domino. Kalish is not shy about bearing down on his bow, but he prefers a light touch, with phrasing that's almost conversational. Since this is basically a picker's album, it figures that the instrumentals are the hottest—the title song stays right on the edge but never quite swings out of control—but Kalish's cheeky original songs ("I Just Want You for a Friend") surprise and delight.
Though he too played for Walser, pedal steel whiz Bert Rivera logged many more years with Hank Thompson's Brazos Valley Boys. On his all-instrumental Eclectia (bertrivera.com), that pedigree is confirmed with tracks like the full-bodied arrangement of Thompson's "We've Gone Too Far." But it's his lush, delicate readings of fare like "Godfather Medley" and "Ave Maria" that enable the album to live up to its title. Tom Morrell and the Time Warp Tophands are probably the state's jazziest western swingers. The Dallas band's all-instrumental Stylin' (westernswing.net) owes as much to Django Reinhardt as anyone, with the leader and his lap steel pointing the way on slow, sensuous, late-night standards like "Begin the Beguine" and "The Nearness of You," as well as Texas twang like "Steel Guitar Rag."
Houston is one of the last places in the nation where blues remains indigenous to African American communities. Still, they usually don't make albums anymore like Lil Joe Washington's Houston Guitar Blues (dialtone.home.texas.net). The 64-year-old Washington, who recorded briefly in the sixties, has an anarchistic sense of timing that makes for a wholly original style despite echoes of Third Ward guitar-slingers Albert Collins and Joe Hughes. On "Unfinished Business," his guitar verges on dissonance while his raw voice verges on bleating, and he sounds like he's making the song up as he goes along. The whole album burns with barely mediated energy and emotion. West-Texas-via-Beaumont bluesman Long John Hunter's nineties resurgence was too short-lived for a man of his talents and charm. His return on One Foot in Texas (docbluesrecords.com) features support from an unexpected co-star: his younger brother Tom "Blues Man" Hunter, who had never left Beaumont or recorded under his own name before now. But Tom's Gulf Coast variants on B. B. King-style guitar prove as idiosyncratic as John's, and he has the same country-boy humor. Together, they cut some rollicking Texas-Louisiana grooves on the likes of "Can I Depend on You," while the title song deftly Texafies Elmore James's eternal signature riff.
Nancy Moore, of Dallas, better known to some by her former nom de punk, Shaggy, debuts with the genre-busting Americana of These Are Real (nancymoore.net). Her voice is brassy but yearning, and her songs are guileless. On "Tyler '55" she assumes the voice of a friend who met Elvis back then and there; when Moore sings "And for a moment I held you /For a moment I dared/For a moment I was the 'Queen of the World' with jewels in my hair," I can almost see the faces of teenage girls I used to know who didn't quite fit in but knew how to savor their occasional triumphs. The bluesy "Miss My Baby" conjures up Patsy Cline. (Conflict of interest confirmed: I am among those thanked in the liner notes.) Carolyn Wonderland, the longtime Houston blues-rock champeen who moved to Austin four years ago, calls for Bloodless Revolution (carolynwonderland.com) on an album more topical than her previous work. The raspy, roof-rattling singer (and guitarist) is at her best on the likes of the sassy, Stonesy "Smile," while guitarist (and singer) Scott Daniels's "He Said, She Said" shows he's an apt foil. Her stance is classic, with a sweetness, even shyness, that turns swaggering and defiant when she rocks. Houston's David Brake and That Damn Band have a harder, post-punk slant on roots-rock with Lean, Mean Texas Machine (westerlandrecords.com). Though relying most on country, the music takes in blues and zydeco as well. The title song, a salute to a barroom babe that features jagged, screaming interplay between guitars and fiddle, has all the makings of an anthem. (Come to think of it, I wish ZZ had been listening to this instead of whatever it was that inspired their most recent efforts.)
Los Jazz Vatos is the pet project of Austinite Ernie Durawa, a San Antonio native and former drummer for Delbert McClinton, Doug Sahm, the Texas Tornados, and many more. Los Jazz Vatos (losjazzvatos.com) presents the septet's luminous Latin jazz, with Durawa holding things down for the bubbling bass lines, angular piano, and sinuous horns on material from sources as disparate as Stevie Wonder, Cuban reed player Paquito D'Rivera, Rodgers and Hammerstein, and Horace Silver. Trombonist Freddie Mendoza's "Chica Loca," the sole original tune, holds its own among such illustrious company.
Cenobio Hernández was born in San Luis Potosí, Mexico, in 1863, and by the twenties was in San Antonio playing cello, bass, and bajo sexto in the Palace Theater Symphony Orchestra and for silent movies at the Majestic and Empire theaters. In the last decade of his life, which ended in 1950, he began composing for piano. His grandson Ricky Hernández, a San Antonio native living in Los Angeles and the brother of Brave Combo bassist Bubba Hernandez, interprets twelve of those pieces on Recuerdos Música (rickyhernandezonline.com). The best description I can offer of tunes like "Cecilia" and "Alegría" is that they sound like silent-movie music with a Mexican tinge, as semi-classical merges into folk forms, with motifs ranging from European stately to ragtime playful.
As Ernest Tubb sang, "Merry Texas Christmas, You All!"