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MP3 Lance Canales - These Hands

This Album is a must have. The vocals and Acoustic Guitar melodeys are strong and powerful,the Native American flute speacks to the soul. Truely American roots music at it best.

11 MP3 Songs in this album (50:13) !
Related styles: BLUES: Acoustic Blues, FOLK: Modern Folk

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Thes Hands CD Review
I''m writing this while staying in a lonely room at the Tenaya Lodge, glancing at the Lakers who at the moment are winning big over the Celtics, but the sound is off. What I''m really doing is listening to Lance Fluteman Canales sing about the Mighty Oak and the San Joaquin.
This is after a day of having driven an antique car from Fish Camp to Yosemite which makes me feel strangely connected to Lance''s earthiness despite an obvious contrast between the gaudy and the beautiful.
The music brings me back.
Lance is singing of catching rattlesnakes and then letting them go. Somehow he makes me feel that I could do that right now except for the fact I am deathly afraid of rattlesnakes. But Lance''s slide guitar work takes me on a path, outside this typical swanky hotel room. I feel like I can cross that river even though I''m afraid of getting my feet wet. Today I have seen nature at its grandest while feeling the inescapable snare of encompassing capitalism. At this moment, I can''t think of anything as diametricaly opposed. I take a momentary break and notice the Lakers are up by more than 20. On a portable cd player, currently Lance sounds like he is a Mississipi Delta Blues man. Since I know his tribal roots are Yaqui, Cora and Mayo I am once again reminded of our universal connectedness. He sings the old sun is burned out and a new day is here. Odd how most every attraction on this Yosemite trip with a price tag attached to it labels itself with tribal words. Earlier today I was one of the many wandering around the Ahwahnee Inn. There, in the room with the walk-in fireplace is an old picture of a California Indian hanging on the wall next to one of John Muir. Lance sings about how we no longer listen to Mother Earth. It reminds me of the struggle it takes to get outside myself and my ego - enlarged by delusional self importance - so that I can truly appreciate this beautiful world.
Aboriginal aliens.
Somehow Lance''s guitar on this new CD album of his called "These Hands" seems more real than my sterile surroundings. I consider taking a break from writing and going down to the Jackalope Bar and ordering another Anchor Steam. Hell, I''d have one brought up to my room if I wasn''t so damn cheap
During NBA timeouts the television network runs ads for movies playing at theaters everywhere and they do this incessantly. I wonder if the Yaquis had a myth about a superhuman character like the Incredible Hulk. Lance is moaning about scars where shackles use to be. "Ain''t got no chains on me but I can still feel that whip crack so hard." I ponder the possibility of one sitting in comfort, lap of luxury so to speak, and still being an unsuspecting prisoner?
On the way up to Fish Camp just before Coarsegold, I saw for the first time the monstrosity of the Chukchansi Resort. This is not the world Lance Canales sings about on "These Hands." He is all about something more permanent, a world where man''s ugliness passes away and nature will once again have its way. It is in the past, in the stories of countless generations, that he sings of. "Prison walls of flesh and bone." I reflect on all the people gambling right now, what they might be looking for, possibly


some part of a stolen identity taken by one-arm bandits who lost the other arm before they were ever born. A severed limb - invisible to the eye but missed by the soul.
Damn! I wish I had a better portable cd player because this one keeps skipping, playing the same three notes and chord from Lance''s song about freedom. I move it from oak arm to wooden arm on this leather chair but it keeps repeating the same phrase about prison walls of flesh and bone. Lance is making me feel lonesome. I plead the same plead as he for a savior to save me. But only pain and tears can save me now. These hotel walls making me numb along with the alcohol and the NBA..
I remember Lance telling me a story of when he met the late Utah Phillips. How Utah took the time to admire Lance''s flutes and fretwork on the guitar. I reflect on the many nice people I met today - many of them from European countries flexing the strength of their Euros against the weakening American dollar. I look up and it seems the Celtics are coming back. Lance is riding 45 mph on the shoulder of the road - that takes me back to earlier in the day how the Model A I drove wandered all over the road on its bicycle thin tires while other tourists snap digital photos from their 21st century vehicles. Lance sings of clear eyes and straight hands - something you need when driving an antique car on mountainous roads. He talks of these hills as the hills of his ancestors and how the spirit will carry his soul home, safely back. Back to some inner circle, I imagine, where those with strong spirits stand tall with the redwoods. I almost caught a glimpse of this today watching Bridalveil Falls amongst German and Japanese tourists. How such beauty touches us all and our connection not just by our humanity but something much greater, like this fleeting affinity we have with nature. It gives me hope.
Lance sings of holding on to a fragment of this beautiful timeless world. There is something we cannot afford to lose and perhaps something yet to be gained. Lance''s slide guitar work on "Going Down South Texas" is powerful. He writes of leaving some roses on his grandma''s grave. The thought comes we are still connected as long as we allow ourselves to be open to the connection. This notebook I write in has a Bible quote printed at the bottom of the page. In an odd way it conects with Lance''s message. From Psalms: "Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path." I contemplate this while listening to Lance''s soul felt flute. It inspires a thought of how believing can be all important unto itself, the spiritual form is what takes us outside our small materialistic oppressed frames. I look in the hotel room mirror and see an aging short fat man who has stinky feet and uses magnifiers to read, but somehow Lance''s flute playing takes me outside and I forget about such small packages. I am transported somewhere else, in my memory I am on the bank of the Merced watching the incredible power of the river, flowing with wild foamy current over timeless boulders. The flute instrumental is called "Desert Wind" but I feel the river. Another flute solo follows. It is called "Lonesome Wind," and I can hear the breeze through the pine trees, tall, thin and sometimes ghostly.
I no longer care who wins the basketball game, so long ago put on mute. It is Lance''s lonesome sound that takes me home. I can feel him encouraging me to see that I am not the only living thing in this sterile but comfortable room. That if I only have the heart to take the journey and the soul to see - I can touch generations, not only of my ancestors or those of Lance''s but of this whole great beautiful world with all its boundless energy, both seen and unseen.

Lance Canales'' new CD entitled "These Hands" reviewed by
Rick Flores host of a music show called Wasteland of the Free on Tuesdays from 10 to noon on KFCF 88.1 FM. He lives and works on his family farm west of Easton Ca,.


Lance Canales Bio
is a singer-song writer, Native American flute player, and accomplished recording artist.
He is said to carry the deep soulful vocals of the ancestors in many of his songs accompanied by guitar, flute and various other percussion instruments. He is known for his Cigar Box Guitar Delta blues originals that go back to the roots of blues slide music. He has opened up for many great performers including Native American artists, Rita Coolidge, Branscom Richmond, Floyd Red Crow Westerman and has performed at numerous music festivals through out California, on a tour that covered the United States, to the Native American Television Network and PBS and has been featured on many national radio stations including the international Native American radio program “Earth Songs”.
Lance’s is known for bringing forth a different sound from the Native American wood flute and reed flute. His flute playing style is said to be representative of the old traditional sounds of California Native culture. Lance was also a co-founder with NAFTA of a program designed to reintroduce the flute and other traditional instruments to the native youth of California.

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