“I have now heard – but am powerless to describe – reggae elevator music”. So wrote David Foster Wallace about his experiences aboard a Caribbean cruise liner in his marvellous essay ‘ A supposedly fun thing I’ll never do again’ .
Another first for DFW was noted : “I have heard people in deck chairs say in all earnestness that it’s the humidity rather than the heat”.
Israeli acoustic guitarist Yair Yona chose the title for the track It’s Not The Heat (It’s The Humidity) based on his experience of living in Tel Aviv.
I discovered Yona’s music by chance after reading his open letter to Jack Rose written on his Small Town Romance blog which for me remains the best tribute about the late great man.
It’s a fair bet that any solo acoustic guitarist on the indie/underground circuit will at some time or other be compared to John Fahey. Montreal based Harris Newman made the perceptive comment that since Fahey experimented with so many different styles and “did everything at one time or another”, anybody who plays instrumental guitar could conceivably be compared is him.
