Review: J.L. Stiles, Solo Sessions


Jimmy Reed. Mississippi John Hurt. Ted Hawkins...J.L. Stiles?

Well, maybe. On his all-acoustic second disc for Shoeless Records, the San Francisco-based guitarist aims for the generally sunny style of these bluesmen, and hits the mark dead on. While other young guitarists seem intent on proving how fast they can play a lick--an ill that's hardly unique to blues--Stiles plays with such a quiet, unassuming style that at first you don't realize how good it is. In fact, Stiles, who took up the guitar at age 18, downplays his own ability. Still, he's been playing for 14 years now, and he is, in his own words, a "diligent son of a bitch."

Clearly, he's done something right; Solo Sessions is an unmitigated pleasure. In its restraint and modesty, Stiles' music harks back to his New England roots; the Southern inflection comes from a several-year stint in New Orleans. The West Coast, in contrast, doesn't seem to have made much of an impact. He's a good songwriter, and everything on Solo Sessions is his, except for "Trouble I Had All My Days," which closes the album. The Hurt influence is most audible in the sweet melancholy of "Never To Grow Old," and "Fellow Grove" has a similar emotional intimacy. In fact, all the songs have a deceptive simplicity that recalls an earlier, more innocent age, and even if such an age never existed except in our imaginations, Stiles takes us there, if only for a little while. While his fame is mostly local to Northern California and his audience is still very much the indie set, it seems likely that will change. He's shared stages with such luminaries as Keb' Mo' and Corey Harris, and it's easy to predict that Stiles' time in the spotlight--a gently glowing luminescence, to be sure--will come.

-- Originally appeared in Blues Revue No. 79, April/May 2002, p. 56




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