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On The Estradas' Last Summer's
Folding Chair, Bob McCluskey extends the brilliant lyricism of
his minimalist solo Emergency Lunch Box project, but this
time he does it in a very Knoxvillian jangly pop rock format with
Estadas' guitarist Michael "Ponch" Goldman and two of Knoxville's
top rhythm players, bassist Paxton Sellers (V-Roys, The Faults) and
drummer Jason Peters (The Faults). The Estradas was McCluskey's band
after the breakup of Taoist Cowboys (and prior to the recording of
Emergency Lunch Box). Cowboys' fans will find the album to be
a logical musical extension and, since The Estadas broke up without
issuing a recording, their fans will find this album to be a must.
According to Todd Steed, the engineer on the sessions, "This is the
only official Estradas' recording. They never got in the studio when
they were together, but they did play a wedding once and some girls
took their clothes off!"
There always seems to be a paradox underlying Bob McCluskey's
music. With so many downer, dart-through-the-heart lyrics, why do I
feel so good when I listen to his songs like "Unforgiving Hands" or
"You Got Me" or "Two Fallen Angels"? Somehow no matter how down and
poor-pitiful-me McCluskey's lyrics are, once they sink in there is
such a slyness and astute cleverness to his observations and rhymes
that it's hard to do anything but smile and agree and listen for the
next brain-teasing line. Filled with doubt, hurt, and uncertainty,
the lyrics reveal a lovable vulnerability in McCluskey's way of
expressing feelings that wins a listener over to his side, that
makes the listener want to offer protection or solace because anyone
who sees things in these terms and sings them in this wavering,
whipped-pup voice can't be all bad no matter what mess he's in or
what a mess he is. To quote Steed, "Bob has this wonderful ability
to paint his own little world which I really like." "Unforgiving
Hands" offers a fine example.
With nothing to do except to get over you I lead a rather
uneventful life And no one to talk to save for myself And even
he told me to shut up last night
I want to hold you in my loving arms But they're attached
to unforgiving hands That just don't understand Why you had to
have another man
And how can a listener not sympathize with a guy who sees himself
in these terms?
Some times I feel like last summer's folding chair Crumpled
and rusted in the backyard somewhere Please flash me a
smile And give me good dreams in the night of the Nile
With its surf-jangle rock and fuzzy guitar solo, "Two Fallen
Angels" shows its direct connection with the Taoist Cowboy sound. It
also harkens back to the quirky, skewed, psychically unsure
viewpoints of much of McCluskey's Taoist Cowboy work.
Take me out of my hell and into your heaven tonight I'll
take you into my arms and get him out of your mind For we can be
just like two fallen angels Fall apart and watch our
hearts Dangle off the edge of the sky
Much of McCluskey's work comes from the point of view of the
anti-ladies man, of the unsure guy who doubts his social skills, his
likeability, who has no doubt as to his lack of suave or cool.
Revealing these traits the way he does makes us empathize with
McCluskey in ways we could never empathize with, say, Mick
Jagger.
Eyes like distant stars Crashed like meteors Straight
into my soul Left me in a hole I got a way out I'm gonna
ask you out Find out all about you
You got a boyfriend? God, what a question Does sherbert
have a spoon Does harvest have a moon But is it love without a
doubt I want to ask you out
On "If I Was You," McCluskey delves deeply into self-esteem
issues and self-destructive traits that create tension in and tear
at his relationships. McCluskey knows his traits stand a good chance
of wrecking the best thing he's got going, but he's unable to
restrain himself, change his dangerous behavior.
You never complain about my constant complaining You like a
little kid inside coloring when it's raining You don't let me
bring you down You drag me up to your higher ground But if I
was you, I would hate me
At the movies we leave this world through the stars I feel
so close to you sitting next to me in the dark But then I go and
bring us back With my little critical analysis If I was you, I
would hate me
There is also a Del Shannon side to McCluskey's vocals that is
extremely endearing. On the sad and utterly hip "This Town,"
McCluskey's Del Shannon vocal coupled with Goldman's clean,
California picking gives this downer lyric an appealing, uplifting
spin.
Out in the night I walk the streets alone Too afraid to
be by myself at home I like books but I'm never in the mood to
read Sidewalks with cracks to break your momma's back Dirty
bars with booze to break her heart I leave late, lonely, drunk
and cold There's a full moon out tonight It's glowing on the
ground This town makes no sense without you
Recorded at the Superdrag studio in Knoxville, The Estadas'
Last Summer's Folding Chair is easy on the ear and
stimulating for the brain, filled with jangly guitars, punchy
rhythms, a laconic Neil Young deep-thinker's angst, and McCluskey's
always inventive lyrical wordplay. While the music is friendly and
approachable and achingly honest, the album is probably much too
smart lyrically for commercial radio. Fortunately it fits the
sophisticated Americana, collegiate and public radio audience like a
glove. But, as with Emergency Lunch Box, the most likely
place you'll hear Last Summer's Folding Chair is your own CD
player. Over and over again.
* The Estradas Last Summer's Folding Chair is available at
http://www.lynnpoint.com/
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