More than 20 years later, Chet Atkins finally revisited Christmasland. By this point, he had become a venerated elder statesman, having been inducted into the Country Music Hall Of Fame in 1973. He even began appending the title "C.G.P." to his name (as in "certified guitar player"). But, Atkins was also something of a has-been, and he was dropped in the early 80's by RCA Records, his label since 1947. This misfortune became a blessing, however, when Atkins signed to Columbia Records and produced a string of fun and adventurous albums that brought his music to a new audience and greatly enhanced his legacy. Sadly, East Tennessee Christmas (1983), one of his very first records for his new label, is not one of those albums. Promisingly, though, the record kicks off with a nearly note-for-note remake of Atkins' playful 1961 arrangement of "Jingle Bell Rock," except that Chet's guitar lines are even more deft and sophisticated than before!

However, most of East Tennessee Christmas is absolutely slathered in sticky-sweet strings and bland vocal choruses that only serve obstruct the view of what we paid to see - a master at work with his instrument. The situation is exacerbated by Chet's habit of beginning many of the tracks solo or with a small combo - only to dash our hopes halfway through by trucking in the entire cast and crew of The Lawrence Welk Show for a maudlin finale. The last two tracks on the record ("Silent Night" and "Away In A Manger") begin as really lovely acoustic readings of timeless carols. In both cases, however, Chet uses a children's chorus - children! - to complete the arrangement, and the cloying result is maddening. Frankly, I wanted to scream.

Which is my way of saying, you've really got to admire Chet Atkins to enjoy this record. His earlier album, Christmas With Chet Atkins, has some dicey moments, but nothing to match this schmaltz-fest. A couple of tracks on East Tennessee Christmas, "White Christmas" and "The Christmas Song," add only strings to Chet and his group - that is, no chirpy, white-bread vocals - and are quite nice. Another, "God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman," is just Chet and his guitar - and is resplendent. The rest of East Tennessee Christmas is unlistenable, a poor representation of an important artist, and a sure way to ruin your hipster's holiday. [top of page]