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There is nothing
better in Rockzillaworld than discovering worthy new young starving
artists in the OKOM Texicana field. So meet young Mr. Eric Hisaw
from Austin, Texas. The Las Cruces, New Mexico transplant has
released a fine first CD, "Thing About Trains," with
ten original songs and a sound that hits dead-center in the OKOM
genre.
Not only does Hisaw pen a fine song and have an expressive
and disarmingly genuine way of singing them, he plays all the
guitar on "Thing About Trains." He is backed by some
of Austin's most respected session players (Roy Heinrich, Ponty
Bone, Ernie Durawa, Dodd Meredith, Charlie Larkey, Champ Hood,
Cody Braun, and David Lanham) and the end result has a decidedly
Austin feel to it. But beyond that, it also has a quiet honesty
and originality that is hard to find. I like it even more because
it is apparent that Mr. Hisaw hasn't recorded this CD to make
his big move to the Big Time, to grab some promoter or recording
mogul's eye. He's made this CD because he loves the music, he
believes in his songs, and he wants to be heard.
Hisaw's songwriting is well developed and very earthy. While
he works mainly in the alt-country form with songs like 'Don't
Know Any Better,' 'Go To Sleep' and 'Speaking with No Grace,'
he can find the roadhouse groove with lively tunes like 'Big
Brother' or he can do that Austin hot-pickin,' fast fiddlin'
hick rock country thing on songs like 'Down the Road.' Hisaw
and production assistant Don McAllister keep the instrumentation
simple and the playing authentic, clean and unpretentious. What
results is a very fine debut CD.
There is a common folks, good-timing Texana feel to all of
the songs on "Thing About Trains," even though the
songs aren't all happy and bright. Hisaw has a gift for simple
lyrics and rhymes that hit our emotional buttons in just the
right way. Who hasn't had or can't relate to a big brother who
tried to impart life's great rules, lessons and truths, but who
also broke those rules and ignored those lessons and denied those
truths in his own behavior? I was listening to the CD with my
younger brother the first time I heard 'Big Brother' (and in
our family I am the big brother), and we just looked at each
other. He didn't have to say anything and neither did I.
You told me not to drink or fight or hold the hand of another
man's wife
And always make it home before the sun comes up at dawn
You told me to work and save and I'd have it all some day
And never spend those cold grey nights all alone
But big brother you talk so loud about all the bad things
you've done
I'd do as you say not as you do but it sure seemed fun
Hisaw, who supports his musical habit and financed "Thing
About Trains" by laying tile during the work week, knows
how it is for young guys on the job, living from pay check to
pay check, more interested in having a good time than in saving
money or building a meaningful life of some kind, and he personifies
those characters perfectly on 'Don't Know Any Better.'
Hotter than hell on the highway, driving just as fast as
it will go
Case of beer air cooled on the back seat, Rolling Stones on the
stereo
Ain't a hint of suspicion in his eyes as he follows along
Trying to live out the words to his favorite songs
Never learning any skills, pounding stakes in the burning
sun
Missing work Monday morning, laid up from the weekend fun
Now those are OKOM neo-outlaw lyrics in spades.
Hisaw seems to be particularly adept at those dark, love-is-a-tricky-thing-to-do-right
songs. He knows it can all go wrong with one hurtful or uncaring
word and that getting too close can drive people apart. Hisaw
can dig awfully deep into the slippery emotional side of relationships
for a young fellow.
If I could read your mind, I wouldn't
Give you some freedom this time
If I could only see you smiling again
It wouldn't even have to be mine
On the title track, Mr. Hisaw has more woman trouble. This
cut has a Merle Haggard feel and lyric and would indeed make
a nice song for Haggard to record, but Hisaw delivers it in an
angst-country style with a resigned voice that says something
akin to "that's just the way she is, so why ask why."
Her words cut like a razor, she had nothing nice to say
I stood on the front steps just begging her to stay
I made it down to the tracks in time to hear an old hobo say
Hope you ain't too fond of that one, son, she jumped a car on
the Santa Fe
Hisaw shows his depth on the painful and emotionally subtle
'Speaking With No Grace." Nothing can cause love to go
wrong or cause two people's perceptions of each other to change
for the worse than the words that come out our mouths and the
nuances surrounding those words. Hisaw has done a masterful
job of reconstructing that situation and mining the depths of
despair of ruining a relationship with harsh or imprecise words.
I can feel the lips moving across my face
And I hear the words that I misplaced
I don't feel guilty but I feel disgraced
'Cause that's my own tongue leaving such a bad taste
And that's my own voice speaking with no grace
With Reckless Kelly fiddler and vocalist Cody Braun playing
some hot fiddle, Hisaw scorches the strings of his acoustic guitar
and demonstrates his ability to pen a good-time country song
that qualifies for membership in that niche that Reckless Kelly
has dubbed "hick rock" on 'Down The Road.' And on
'Hell on 71,' Hisaw shows off his twang abilities on another
high-spirited hick rocker that meets all the criteria for good
Austin barroom music. And he paints a sharp and pointed True
Confessions portrait of the Austin music scene with 'Legend or
Loser.' I don't know who the model for this song is, but I'll
bet most Rockzillaworld readers can come up with several candidates
without too much thinking.
He stepped out of rehab for the fourteen hundredth time
Looking like a skeleton who walked through a land mine
His face was gaunt and withered, his hair a greasy mess
Levi's hanging off his hips, his shirt like a baggy dress
Seen him a few months ago in a rib house off the strip
Singing like an angel for barbeque and tips
He spoke of being strung out and trying to get along
Said it had been a long damn time since he wrote any new songs
Legend or loser, super star or bum
depends on where you were on a good night back in '91
Now that's Austin if I've ever heard it.
Hisaw closes the record with another deeply perceptive been-hurt-bad-by-a-woman
song. Hisaw's vocal intonation is perfect for this slow-dancer,
and Ponty Bone's mellow accordion riffs just pile on the mirth.
Despite being in a town overcrowded with hot-licks guitar
pickers, Hisaw's guitar playing is already good enough to see
him play lead in almost any band playing in the genre. And his
already accomplished songwriting can only get deeper and more
sophisticated as he continues to ply the trade. Like Houston
Marchman, Max Stalling and other notable writers in OKOM, his
songs are too good and too deep for the current tastes of the
Nashville machine. But American fans are going to find them
to be just what they expect and demand. So if you liked the loose,
countrified sound that Reckless Kelly had when they showed up
in Austin about five years back, check out "Thing About
Trains" by Eric Hisaw. He's got the sound, he's got the
genuine Austin feeling, and he's got the songs. We'll be hearing
a lot more from this fellow, more likely sooner than later.
Even if you could find a better debut CD by a young Texas
artist, you'd still want to go to www.river-bottom.com/hisaw
and buy Eric Hisaw's "Thing About Trains" because
if you could find a better debut CD you'd still want this one
because that's the kind of person you are or you couldn't have
found the other CD. Right? Ah, hell, quit trying to figure
it out and just make out the check, OK?
Contact William Michael Smith at: wms-at-rockzilla.net
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