Al Bruno: Poetry on Six Strings
Its another boozy Friday night at Crazy Jacks in Burbank, but this one comes superloaded Al Bruno is on the bandstand. Brought to the USA by Conway Twitty in 1959, the Canada native is a 14-time winner of the Best Guitar Player award from the Academy of Country Music and a onetime member of the house band at the Palomino, North Hollywoods country shrine. Hes sitting in with Michael Dart & the Flatlanders, a modest unit who prefer a hardcore set list: Floyd Tillmans Driving Nails in My Coffin, Jimmie Rodgers TB Blues, Merle Haggards I Think Ill Just Stay Here (and Drink).
Bruno takes a relaxed jazz players tack. His runs and fills cascade in an easy flow, all rich hollow-body tone. His leads intoxicate: Each effects-shaped note glimmers with a half-opal, half-onyx aura that strikes a perfect balance between spontaneous expression and country tradition. Brunos playing is both seductive and elegiac, while hinting at so much more.
Local picker Harry Orlov comes in grinning, wads up a scrap of paper and tosses it at Bruno a love tap then sidles up to the bar. When I first got to town, he says, I went down to the Blue Bayou in Lakewood almost every night for a year just to see Al. Hes the greatest guitar player nobodys ever heard of.
Theres a quality hanging over this shadowy room thats far removed from the usual music grind. The drunk woman on the next barstool, cocking her head attentively during one of Brunos solos, makes an apt summation: Its poetry.
The compact, soft-spoken Bruno was born January 22, 1937, in Sudbury, Ontario. My first professional job was a wedding, at 5, he says. I had a band called the French Trio when I was 8 two guitars and a fiddle; the others were 9 and 10. Were in the Guinness Book as the youngest band ever to open for name bands. I was always doing country, and in 1957, Conway came to Toronto when Make Believe was big and said he wanted to hire me someday. On my birthday, in fact, in 1959, he hired me, and I was with him for four and a half years. It was a lot of road work two cars a year worth.
I left, quit the road in 63. Moved to Philadelphia, and my first, now deceased wife had been roommates with Dick Clarks wife, so I worked for Dick Clark. I was doing Bandstand, and when he did his Caravan of Stars tours, I was his musical director Chicago was my band. When he moved his offices here in 64, I moved out also and went on tour with him the Supremes, Dionne Warwick, Jan and Dean, Gene Pitney, too many to name. Then I heard Duane Eddy needed someone in his publishing company in 65, did that for a while, and I started doin club work and sessions here and there. I was doin all the stuff at Capitol. It was cool at Capitol, are you kiddin? What better way to learn about producing than working with Ken Nelson? Played with Buck Owens and the Buckaroos, in the studio mostly and some special shows out here. Haggard was 67 Farmers Daughter was the first thing I did with him.
Haggard thought enough of Bruno to use him on the tremendously influential Strangers instrumental albums, and Bruno maintained a lifelong friendship with the late guitarist Roy Nichols. He also cut with Mancini, did TV themes, scads of different jobs. Hes no Coast studio cat, though Brunos gone the route in country music: Went to Nashville in 71. I was lucky enough to land the Columbia account, working with Billy Sherrill. I did Bobbie Gentrys Ode to Billie Joe, Tanyas Delta Dawn. Behind Closed Doors Charlie Rich was so cool, a playin mother-man. And George and Tammy, Paycheck. I did Leftys [Frizzells] last album. Came back out here, I was at the Palomino for about three years. I was kicking ass.
Brunos still doing that, using an ax given to him by his primary guitar guru, Nashville monster Hank Garland. But what Bruno does with it hurtles far beyond anything Garland or any other player could imagine. Hes tricked it out to a degree that allows him to indulge in a sort of aural sculpture, but the use of technology is never obtrusive, always in good taste and startlingly effective.
Back on that crummy bandstand, Bruno continues to map undiscovered territory like an artistic cartographer, even as the road behind erodes. Spare, lush, underplayed, riveting, Brunos style is a combination of prodigious technique and a sly commentary on country evolution and interpretation, delivered with an elegance that bends both listener expectation and recognized boundaries. A chance to hear his guitar speak out is something to covet, to savor. He still does some session jobs, but is heading out to Vegas soon for more steady work; for Bruno, all that matters is playing. When it becomes a job, its time to quit. This is supposed to be fun.
Merle Haggard has never put much creative stock in fun, but to hear him tell it on the new Haggard Like Never Before, he is having less than ever on the road. The title track addresses the predicament of being forced to tour at age 67, and while Hags vocals and phrasing are sublime, the tune is merely another stuck-on-the-damn-bus ramble, paling alongside the similarly themed 1979 masterpiece Footlights. Of course, the albums keynote is Thats the News, his much-analyzed antiIraq War tune. A horde of journalists are eager to find the Fightin Side of Me Okie jigging to the liberal drumbeat: CNN couldnt get him on the air fast enough, resulting in a dull thrust-and-parry between sniggering anchor Anderson Cooper and a mildly amused, close-to-the-vest Hag, while the Los Angeles Times trotted out as a hot scoop the notion that Hags political mind is not at peace.
To anyone who has been paying attention, though, the perpetually cannabis-enriched iconoclast has always been such a misfit that any ideological tag is irrelevant. More about disgust with the media than not in our name wrath, Thats the News should be interpreted as an attempt to adjust image and fight clear of the terminal indifference the singer faces from country radio. The most revealing aspect of all this is not the controversy or even the music, but the way Haggard still stalks the nations unconscious mind. At any rate, the inclusion of the straight-ahead flag-waver Yellow Ribbons puts the lie to the mini-furor and returns renegade-patriot Hag to precisely where he started.
This album, Haggards first since he left the punk indie Epitaphs Anti subsidiary, signals quite a bit more about his artistic and psychic condition. The mystery is why, after a long stretch in late-90s limbo during which he wrote and recorded hundreds of songs, it took him so long to start his own label. Meanwhile, Haggard has seen longtime muse Bonnie Owens forced into retirement by Alzheimers, and suffered the deaths of friends Johnny Paycheck and Johnny Cash, doubtless heightening his preference for spending as much time as financially feasible in Northern California isolation days in his recording studio, and evenings with his some 25-years-younger wife, Theresa, and his latest brood of children.
The album features fine work from guitar great Norm Stephens, Lefty Frizzells original lead man. A duet with Willie Nelson on Woody Guthries Reno Blues (Philadelphia Lawyer) is a bit creepy, considering that Hag featured it on a 1968 live album, performed by Bonnie Owens who forgot most of the lyric. Theres an unusual New Orleansstyle version of the old-time blues Garbage Man. And perhaps the most strangely revealing song here is Lonesome Day, the first overt articulation of Hags increasingly paranoid UFO/federal-conspiracy/militia pathology. With a jaunty Western-swing arrangement, he lays it out clearly: When the men in black come kickin in your door/and guitar-playing outlaws lay spread-eagle on the floor.
Its almost as if Hags scared of coming clean to the hardcore fans Lonesome Day is passed off as a gag, a half-novelty dance number; Yellow Ribbons doesnt have heft enough to be more than a kiss-and-make-up in case Thats the News seems too far out of line. The rest of the album is made up of rather unconvincing ballads fixated on Theresa. With Haggard Like Never Before, hes finally in complete control, but damn it is pulling punches for the first time.
MERLE HAGGARD | Haggard Like Never Before | (Hag Records)
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