Plectrum meets strings, fingers slide across frets and in the resulting alchemy of their interaction a gilded shower of notes is loosed upon the ears. This chain of cause and effect is the regular currency of Andrew Cheshire, a guitarist who possesses the same chameleonic ambiguity that made his feline counterpart famous. Lewis Carroll's creation was a cipher of contrasts, speaking in riddles and leaving behind only a broad toothy grin when the whim visited him. Cheshire enjoys a similar versatility and confidence, moving between styles and moods with a subterfuge akin to smoke and mirrors. But rather than confuse his audience as the cat flummoxed Alice, the guitarist welcomes them warmly into his musical world; a thought-provoking realm of embellishing arpeggios and radiantly articulated chords.
Past entries ensconced in the jazz ledgers depict Cheshire as an artist of startling originality and skill. Able to hold his own with formidable improvisers like the M-Base collective, but just as easily fitting into the bop-stitched glove favored by associates such as Don Friedman and Ron McClure, his musical methodology is decidedly devoid of pretense or ersatz emotionalism. Cheshire's clarity of enunciation and clever use of repetition feed into the spontaneous surroundings where themes serve as optional signposts to be followed or discarded depending upon the particular path of his peregrinations. Although the first time you hear him Andrew Cheshire's facility on the frets is readily apparent, it's the further investigations of his music that reveal the true depth of his designs.