Ry Cooder: My Name is Buddy

Fans of earlier Cooder albums including Into the Purple Valley (Reprise, 1972) and Chicken Skin Music (Reprise, 1976) will be happy to find a number of familiar faces and musical styles. But unlike the majority of Cooder's 1970s and 1980s output, where he interpreted material ranging from Woody Guthrie and traditional Depression-era music to Elvis Presley and Burt Bacharach, the majority of the music here is his own. Still, he's integrated the myriad of musical sources he's explored over nearly four decades to create a work that's stylistically diverse, yet holds together as an integrated whole.

"Suitcase in My Hand" finds the link between bluegrass and Celtic music, with The Chieftains' Paddy Maloney blending whistle and uilleann pipes with American folk legend Mike Seeger's banjo and fiddle. The Tex-Mex of "Footprints in the Snow" reunites Cooder with long-time musical friends Flaco Jiminéz (accordion) and Van Dyke Parks (piano), tackling the subject of unions with the smallest of sticks that makes its message all the more powerful. "Sundown" is a buoyantly soulful piece that brings back vocalists Terry King and Bobby Evans—surely two of the most simpatico voices around—alongside drummer Jim Keltner for a message about racism that, again, delivers its message without proselytizing.

"Green Dog" examines Cooder's jazz interests, his warm guitar and Lenny Breau-like vocal delivery a setup for an allusion to Erroll Garner's classic "Misty," featuring Juliette Commagere's soft vocal delivery and guest appearances by vibraphonist/marimbaist Stefon Harris and pianist Jacky Terrason. "Red Cat Till I Die" sounds pulled straight from the 1930s, again broaching the subject of unions. "Three Chords and the Truth" teams Cooder's layered guitars, bass and vocals with Keltner, reminiscent of their work in the 1990s collaborative band Little Village. "One Cat, One Vote, One Beer" addresses the election process with an atmospheric guest spot by trumpeter Jon Hassell, while "Cardboard Avenue" deals with the plight of the homeless, crossing stylistic boundaries by blending whistle, banjo, mandolin, fiddle and string bass.

It's hard to separate the music from the message on an album like My Name is Buddy, but that's its ultimate charm and importance. It's an album that's a fine summation of Cooder's multifaceted musical career to date, but goes a step further by speaking more loudly than ever with his own voice. Some albums need time to become classic, but for Cooder My Name is Buddy is an instant masterpiece.

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