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BORN: January 20, 1918, Tampico, Mexico
In the mid-'90s, Juan Garcia Esquivel enjoyed one of the most
unexpected resurgences of popularity -- and hipness -- in the
annals of 20th-century pop. The composer and arranger skirted the
lines between lounge music, eccentric experimentalism, and stereo
sound pioneer in the late '50s and early '60s on a series of
albums aimed at the easy-listening market. Both cheesy and
goofily unpredictable, these records were forgotten by all but
thrift-store habitues for decades. With the space age pop/exotica
revival of the mid-'90s, however, Esquivel was not just being
rediscovered, but was being championed as a cutting-edge
innovator by certain segments of the hipper-than-thou alternative
crowd. Esquivel (in the manner of Dion or Melanie, he billed
himself with a single name) actually enjoyed a long and varied
career, of which his space age pop recordings were only a
portion. Born in a small Mexican village, the pianist became a
popular performer on a Mexican radio station, and studied briefly
at Julliard in New York. The radio (and later television and
film) work actually gave him valuable experience in the art of
quickly devising varied background music and orchestral
arrangements, which he'd put to good use when he began recording
for RCA in the late '50s.
This was the era in which stereo albums were first starting
to be marketed. Esquivel -- along with several other of "space
age pop"'s leading lights -- took advantage of this development
to use his albums as laboratories of sorts to explore the
spectrum of recorded sound, as reflected in LP titles like Other
Worlds, Other Sounds, and Four Corners of the World. He employed
then-exotic instruments such as the theremin, the ondioline,
early Fender-Rhodes keyboards, Chinese bells, bass accordion, and
boo-bams (a 24-bongo kit tuned to F) to get what he wanted.
What kept Esquivel from serious critical appreciation at the
time are, perhaps, the same factors that exert a strange
fascination upon listeners of the 1990s. In its form and content,
Esquivel's material was lightweight martini mixing fare, more
geared toward suburban easy listening than challenging
innovation. He threw in just enough sly, oddball quirks, however,
to make one wonder whether he was in fact deftly satirizing the
form, or at least using it as a forum to slip in some unbridled
zaniness. Chipper whitebread background chorus singers will slip
into strange nonsense syllables like "boink, boink." Weird
instrumental flourishes add unpredictable tension to bathetic
easy-listening instrumentals, sometimes almost jarring the
listener from the state of bland relaxation for which the records
were purportedly designed. The strains of cha-cha-chas and mambos
(then in vogue among much of mainstream America) run through much
of his work, though in a much more loungish vein than what you
would find in sweaty Havana ballrooms. Tempos and arrangements
change with unnerving frequency and charge forward with
unsettling manic energy, though never so often that the music
sounds more experimental than pop.
So when post-moderns tired of punk, grunge, and industrial
music, and needed some suitably different (but still ironic)
music to chill out to in their dank clubs and cafes, they turned
to forgotten artists such as Esquivel. The man himself had passed
his heyday as a recording artist after the early '60s. He
remained active for years with his live act (Frank Sinatra was a
fan of Esquivel's Las Vegas sets) and television and film scores.
By the 1990s, he was confined to a wheelchair in his brother's
home in Mexico, the victim of numerous back injuries. He wasn't
so ill that he couldn't be interviewed, however. His lengthy
profile in the first volume of the Incredibly Strange Music book
kicked off the Esquivel revival in earnest. 1995 suddenly saw
Esquivel reissues flooding the market (at least three appeared
that year, with more apparently on the way). Respected
alternative figureheads like John Zorn and R.E.M. sang his
praises. Esquivel was no longer gathering mold in the attic -- he
was the epitome of hip.
As is the case with other space age pop heroes such as Martin
Denny, some listeners will be dumbfounded, or even angered, by
the current appeal enjoyed by Esquivel. His work will never be
treated with respect by the "serious" music community; his music
is too consciously geared toward light entertainment for that.
And just as one wonders whether Esquivel was mixing irony and
entertainment in his recordings, one wonders whether some current
Esquivel fans are championing his cause out of a desire to be
more jaded-than-thou. Do they groove to his sounds precisely
because Esquivel's records sound so ridiculously outdated, or
simply because they want to become hip by attaching themselves to
the most unfashionable music possible? Easy answers are not
forthcoming, but Esquivel isn't complaining. In fact, he's become
something of the spokesperson emeritus for the whole space age
pop craze, conducting regular interviews for national
publications from his Mexico bed, and hoping to eventually
recover some of his mobility. ~ Richie Unterberger, All Music
Guide