GET ME SOME

GET ME SOME

It can be somewhat disconcerting to witness Jeff Healey encouraging his guitar to cry because, quite frankly, he plays it all wrong. Rather than dangling it from his shoulder and jabbing it from his crotch in the accepted phallic fashion, he rests it across his lap and taps out blues figures to make your heart bleed. While reasonably akin to witnessing a negligent artiste endeavouring to blow into a cello, you have to admit that the resultant sonic confection is rarely short of awe-inspiring. Which is nice. <I>Get Me Some</I> finds the Toronto-born guitarist, blind since developing eye cancer at the age of one, operating at the very peak of his form. Fret pyrotechnics occasionally flutter into the peerless arena of Stevie Ray Vaughan's finest fluidity, while the material perpetually sparkles with vibrant crescendos. From the blazing "Which One" to the poignant "Rachel's Song", <I>Get Me Some</I> is pure genius. <I>--Ian Fortnam</I>