{"id":14146,"date":"2022-04-20T13:53:30","date_gmt":"2022-04-20T18:53:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/?p=14146"},"modified":"2023-01-31T09:58:53","modified_gmt":"2023-01-31T15:58:53","slug":"james-mcmurtry-reconsidered-his-synchronistic-guitar-playing-is-the-yin-to-his-extraordinary-songwriting-yang","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/?p=14146","title":{"rendered":"James McMurtry&#8217;s synchronistic guitar playing is the yin to his songwriting yang"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"fcbkbttn_buttons_block\" id=\"fcbkbttn_left\"><div class=\"fcbkbttn_button\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/Kevin Lynch\" target=\"_blank\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/plugins\/facebook-button-plugin\/images\/large-facebook-ico.png\" alt=\"Fb-Button\" \/>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/a>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div><div class=\"fcbkbttn_like fcbkbttn_large_button\"><fb:like href=\"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/?p=14146\" action=\"like\" colorscheme=\"light\" layout=\"button_count\"  size=\"large\"><\/fb:like><\/div><div class=\"fb-share-button fcbkbttn_large_button \" data-href=\"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/?p=14146\" data-type=\"button_count\" data-size=\"large\"><\/div><\/div><p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"14151\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/?attachment_id=14151\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/james-mcmurtry-portrait-color-2-texas-monthy.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"1250,781\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"james-mcmurtry-portrait-color-2 texas monthy\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/james-mcmurtry-portrait-color-2-texas-monthy-1024x640.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-14151\" src=\"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/james-mcmurtry-portrait-color-2-texas-monthy.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1250\" height=\"781\" srcset=\"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/james-mcmurtry-portrait-color-2-texas-monthy.jpg 1250w, https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/james-mcmurtry-portrait-color-2-texas-monthy-300x187.jpg 300w, https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/james-mcmurtry-portrait-color-2-texas-monthy-1024x640.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/james-mcmurtry-portrait-color-2-texas-monthy-768x480.jpg 768w, https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/james-mcmurtry-portrait-color-2-texas-monthy-480x300.jpg 480w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1250px) 100vw, 1250px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><em>James McMurtry. Courtesy Texas Monthly<\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>James McMurtry has embarked on his first tour in several years. He will perform solo in dates running through April, then continue with his band in May, on a tour running through the end of July. <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Upper Midwest McMurtry dates include April 22 at Old Town School of Music, in Chicago, June 11 at the SPACE, in Evanston, June 12 at Shank Hall in Milwaukee (<a href=\"https:\/\/shankhall.com\/\">https:\/\/shankhall.com\/<\/a>), and June 14 at The Ark in Ann Arbor. <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Here\u2019s the full tour list:<\/em><\/strong><em> <a href=\"https:\/\/www.highroadtouring.com\/artists\/james-mcmurtry\/itinerary\/\">https:\/\/www.highroadtouring.com\/artists\/james-mcmurtry\/itinerary\/<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0<\/em><strong><em>Imagining James McMurtry in his element<\/em>:<\/strong> He squints hard, and sees humanity and the world with laser vision, in the cruel Texas-glare sun, amid imperious cactuses. Flies buzz like hungry little devils. James coughs in the dust, but a man knows what he\u2019s gotta do. Especially if he\u2019s as driven as he is. He could drive a cattle herd across that behemoth state, and beyond, like the one his father Larry McMurtry famously depicted in his famous novel <em>Lonesome Dove<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>But such epic drives are rare now, as cattle growing and marketing are bad for the planet. James knows this, even as he commemorates, partially in Spanish, a deceased cowboy friend and his tradition in his recent song \u201cVaquero.\u201d So, he turns off his vintage Ford Falcon convertible, peers at the horizon, the hot wind rippling his long gray hair. He lifts his cowboy hat, wipes sweat off his grimy brow, then plops the hot hat right back on. Part of him wishes he has a horse raring to go, instead of a smelly old car. So, he reaches over to the passenger seat, unbuckles his 12-string Gibson acoustic guitar, climbs out, leans against the car, and starts up a big sky-type chordal pattern.<\/p>\n<p>He sings, \u201cNo more buffalo\u2026\u201d This thought he seems to care about greatly, as metaphor and as reality. Why and how? The guitar has plenty to do with it.<\/p>\n<p><strong><em>James McMurtry at home<\/em>:<\/strong> He ended another Livestream pandemic solo home concert recently with <em>that <\/em>song, set his guitar down and said \u201cthank you\u201d to the silent audience that can applaud only with Facebook comments. I think \u201cNo More Buffalo\u201d is something of a signature song, and I think he feels that way, too. You could make an obvious case for \u201cWe Can\u2019t Make It Here,\u201d too, or perhaps \u201cJust Us Kids,\u201d or \u201cChoctaw Bingo.\u201d The majestically big-picture \u201cLong Island Sound\u201d and one troubled man\u2019s stunningly confessional \u201cDecent Man\u201d are more recent candidates.<\/p>\n<p><em><strong>(As far as I know, McMurtry&#8217;s &#8220;Live with Restream&#8221; home solo concerts are only available on his Facebook page, which you can follow: <a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/watch\/JamesMcMurtry\/\">https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/watch\/JamesMcMurtry\/<\/a>)\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p>But those songs are mostly anthemic, and clear hallmarks, whereas James is also an expert in understatement, of tracing the shadows of the underserved. Among his more indelible intimate American portraits is the stoic loser of \u201cRachel\u2019s Song,\u201d who might be quite typical of many contemporary divorced people, stumbling along spiritually on a deserted street. It\u2019s telling that Jason Isbell, a younger talent of superlative songwriting skills, has covered this song, with tender insight.<\/p>\n<p>As an American troubadour McMurtry rivals any we know today. But he\u2019s also only the peculiar kind he\u2019s capable of being. That happens to involve an atypical genius which has been insufficiently addressed to date, in its artistic fullness.<\/p>\n<p>Indeed, the often-surly glory of his artistry is piling up just a bit: Not only have I not yet written about his latest album <em>The Horses and the Hounds, <\/em>but I\u2019ve also come to realize that his fullest artistry doesn\u2019t just lie squarely on his most salient talent, the lyric-endowed song.<\/p>\n<p>McMurtry started playing guitar at age seven (first taught him by his mother, an English professor) but didn\u2019t start writing songs until he was 18, he has said.<\/p>\n<p>The stereotype is the gifted singer-songwriter as a type of literary whiz. We don\u2019t associate their guitar-playing and songwriting skills as part of a shared prism of expression and narrative, especially coming out of the folk tradition, where a songwriter is expected to do little more than simply strum through simple chord changes.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"584\" height=\"329\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/RBag0gJdHE8?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p><em>James McMurtry performing \u201cDown Across the Delaware.\u201d Courtesy YouTube.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Today McMurtry seems, song after song, compelled to self-accompaniment as integral to his storytelling technique, like a sonic cinematographer, or musical dramatist. He\u2019s never showy, yet the guitar can pull you into his distinctive musical world with a magnetic force and, when he\u2019s playing 12-string, his rhythmic patterns and pulses sparkle with harmonic auras that can be stunning. His guitar blends rhythm playing, rich chording, and finger-style adornments. His digits tell their own story yet boost and entwine his songs, which explore a variety of cadences and moods, in well-observed and psychologically resonant narratives.<\/p>\n<p>He admits he takes his sweet time writing songs. But <em>performing <\/em>his songs, with glimmering and chiaroscuroed backdrops, seems a weekly task of this troubadour, with his well-oiled work ethic. Witnessing that online has been a precious upshot of the COVID pandemic\u2019s forced social distancing.<\/p>\n<p>So, the realm of that interactive song-guitar dynamic is where we must assess McMurtry. He may be the greatest songwriter now working in his prime \u2013 one video-watcher, himself a songwriter, called him \u201cThe Dustbowl Dylan \u2026 and the best everyman songwriter alive.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Yet McMurtry might <strong><em>also<\/em><\/strong> be our greatest singer-songwriter\/self-accompanist, capable of extraordinary yins to his yangs. That\u2019s why his assessment as an artist must be recalibrated. A comparable songwriter and more gifted singer, Willie Nelson, also is an extraordinary guitarist, but sort of when he wants to be \u2013 periodic fluent solos between verses on his battered old guitar named Trigger.<\/p>\n<p>Another artist who comes to mind in comparison is Leo Kottke, but Kottke is known primarily as a virtuoso fingerstyle guitarist. If McMurtry set his mind to it, I think he could do a guitar-oriented set like Kottke does.<\/p>\n<p>This has much to do with the virtuosity and artistry he has refined, especially over the last year and a half at his home. He has performed Livestream with skilled diligence each Wednesday and Sunday. This is a logical extension of his weekly, self-imposed Wednesday night gigs at Austin\u2019s Continental Club, whenever he\u2019s not touring. 1<\/p>\n<p>This recalls somewhat our greatest living songwriter, Bob Dylan, because they both seem driven to constantly work or tour, Dylan especially at an advancing age. We should remember what Thomas Edison famously said: \u201cGenius is two-percent inspiration and ninety-eight per cent perspiration.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p>I first became aware of the synchronicity of McMurtry\u2019s guitar playing and song-craft when I got a 10-feet-away seat for a solo acoustic recital at Milwaukee\u2019s Shank Hall in 2014. Here was my immediate response:<\/p>\n<p>\u201cFriends, it was Thursday at Shank Hall in Brew Town\u00a0and James McMurtry was dealin\u2019, alone,\u00a0with\u00a0nothin&#8217; but a 12-string guitar. That surprisingly stacked the deck for a show that rated four aces, period. He\u2019s so skilled \u2013 playing bass accompaniment\u00a0to his typically deft figurations \u2013 that I never missed his band. At times, the 12-string&#8217;s\u00a0shining harmonic resonances at a fast-chugging tempo sounded like a chrome-plated locomotive at\u00a0full speed. Best 12-string playing this side of Leo Kottke.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ve seen only brief video-response comments on McMurtry\u2019s solo acoustic performances during the pandemic; we are more aware of his electric playing with his band. A singer-songwriter named Sean, the same person quoted about the \u201cDustbowl Dylan,\u201d also comments: \u201cSometimes you can tell the road has worn him down a bit, but his guitar playing is always the driving force of his band. His electric sound is effortless, full, and he can create an amazing sustain.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>So, attention must be paid: McMurtry\u2019s self-accompaniment has become even more deft, fluent, and effective as the driving force of his songs. It\u2019s as if he insists on sustaining a strong or at least simpatico heartbeat for even his most diminished characters, like the nameless, quietly desperate person in \u201cCutter,\u201d bereft yet clinging to better memories. The song \u2013 which also poignantly reflects the too-common gulf of understanding between even close friends \u2013 closes <em>Complicated Game<\/em> with stunning power.<\/p>\n<p>I hope McMurtry considers shepherding and curating a dozen of the best solo acoustic songs he has Livestreamed in recent times for an album. Now that would be something, quiet but deeply resonant.<\/p>\n<p>You see, I\u2019m shifting gears: To fully contextualize my focus on his guitar-to-song-singing synchronicity, I need to delve properly into the depths of his song-writing prowess.<\/p>\n<p>So, as I said, \u201cNo More Buffalo\u201d (from the fatefully titled 1997 album <em>It Had to Happen)<\/em> is, too me, one of the great environmental protest songs we have. 2 It\u2019s so good because it starts with a chest-filling chordal statement that portends something, in a G-D-A-G progression. The song sustains or suspends on that major key sequence until a few anguished B-flats, most tellingly on the phrase \u201cI swear\u201d on the late-in-the-song lyric: <em>But man, they were here, they were here I swear. <\/em>Yet, McMurtry sort of sidles up to that point, by telling a story of a group of graying guys who probably haven\u2019t changed their ways in just about forever. But at least one of them remembers and feels something and sees how things have changed. So, the song\u2019s narrator finally tunes into the problem. But see how the revelation sneaks up on him:<\/p>\n<p><em>We headed South across those Colorado plains<br \/>\nJust as empty as the day<br \/>\nWe looked around at all we saw<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Remembered all we&#8217;d hoped to see<br \/>\nLooking out through the bugs on the windshield<br \/>\nSomebody said to me<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>(chorus) No more buffalo, blue skies or open road<br \/>\nNo more rodeo, no more noise<br \/>\nTake this Cadillac, park it out in back<br \/>\nMama&#8217;s calling, put away the toys<\/em><\/p>\n<p>The narrator now remembers and believes, too \u2013 just maybe the noble, hulking giants are still out there.\u00a0He continues until this interchange of voices:<\/p>\n<p><em>I never thought they&#8217;d ever doubt my words<br \/>\nI guess they were just too tired to care<br \/>\nI&#8217;d point to the horizon, to the dust of the herds<br \/>\nStill hovering in the air<br \/>\nSomebody said it ain&#8217;t any such<br \/>\nMan you wish so hard you&#8217;re scaring me<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>&#8216;Cause those are combines kicking up that dust<br \/>\nBut you can see what you want to see<br \/>\nAnd go on chasing after what used to be there<br \/>\nTop that rise and face the pain<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>But man, they were here, they were here I swear<br \/>\nNot just these bleaching bones, stretching across the plain<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Those anonymous \u201csomebody saids\u201d make the rhetoric work, persuasive without haranguing, or preaching. \u201cSomebody\u201d could be anyone, or his own subconscious and memory reflecting each other. So, we feel the loss, as if the hoary bison embodied something invaluable in life. Even the rodeo, the celebration of Wild West conquerors who helped desecrate the land and its creatures, and committed genocide of Native Americans \u2013 even the <em>mano contra toro<\/em> &#8212; has become passe.<\/p>\n<p>And by the end, the title refrain, one more time, has gained momentum, a power you feel in your own bones. It\u2019s like their car is speeding up, hurtling towards a horizon falling to the abyss of irrevocable passage.\u00a0Since I heard it and it sunk in, I\u2019ve never been able to think about the buffalo or the travesties and waste of The West without McMurtry\u2019s song ringing in the back of my head.<\/p>\n<p>This is a band performance of \u201cNo More Buffalo\u201d but McMurtry, as usual on this song, plays acoustic guitar. Along with those chords, Daren Hess&#8217;s bass drum and tom toms open the song, resounding like cracks of revelation in a gorge of environmental ignorance. Then, listen to those drums, a brilliant stroke, rumble through the song, just like the tromping thunder of the great vanquished herds. This piece slays me every time, earning its emotional impact every step of the way. 2<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"584\" height=\"329\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/tIwfI3k8kV0?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"13870\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/?attachment_id=13870\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/James-McMurtry-horses-ccover-scaled.jpeg\" data-orig-size=\"2560,2560\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"James-McMurtry horses ccover\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/James-McMurtry-horses-ccover-scaled.jpeg\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-13870\" src=\"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/James-McMurtry-horses-ccover-scaled.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"2560\" height=\"2560\" srcset=\"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/James-McMurtry-horses-ccover-scaled.jpeg 2560w, https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/James-McMurtry-horses-ccover-300x300.jpeg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 2560px) 100vw, 2560px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><em>Courtesy New West Records<\/em><\/p>\n<p>This brings me to his latest album. The titular phrase, \u201cthe horses and the hounds,\u201d recurs as several meanings. Ostensibly it seems to tell \u2013 as the wonderfully blue-tinged noir album cover does \u2013 of a working stiff who drives a horse-truck trailer. What other meaning? \u201cThe singer finally admits, \u201cStill, I\u2019m running from the horses and the hounds.\u201d He\u2019s running <em>from<\/em> horses?\u00a0 These magnificent, larger-than-life creatures, often with very close relationships with humans \u2013 can occur in dreams, a phenomenon artistically acknowledged as early as in Henry Fuseli&#8217;s famous 1871 painting &#8220;The Nightmare.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"13869\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/?attachment_id=13869\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/the-nightmare-1781-henry-fuseli.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"900,725\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"the-nightmare-1781-henry-fuseli\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/the-nightmare-1781-henry-fuseli.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-13869\" src=\"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/the-nightmare-1781-henry-fuseli.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"900\" height=\"725\" srcset=\"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/the-nightmare-1781-henry-fuseli.jpg 900w, https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/the-nightmare-1781-henry-fuseli-300x242.jpg 300w, https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/the-nightmare-1781-henry-fuseli-768x619.jpg 768w, https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/the-nightmare-1781-henry-fuseli-372x300.jpg 372w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 900px) 100vw, 900px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><em>Henry Fuseli&#8217;s famous 1871 painting &#8220;The Nightmare.&#8221; Courtesy fineartamerica.com<\/em><\/p>\n<p>As for the hounds: There\u2019s always the mythical hellhounds that bluesman Robert Johnson endured, and maybe helped chase him to his early grave. They sure haunt his legacy and the blues tradition. It\u2019s an enduring metaphor for psychological affliction or terror.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"14155\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/?attachment_id=14155\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/Hellhounds-on-my-trail-by-Elena-Barbieri.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"920,919\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Hellhounds on my trail by Elena Barbieri\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/Hellhounds-on-my-trail-by-Elena-Barbieri.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-14155\" src=\"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/Hellhounds-on-my-trail-by-Elena-Barbieri.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"920\" height=\"919\" srcset=\"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/Hellhounds-on-my-trail-by-Elena-Barbieri.jpg 920w, https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/Hellhounds-on-my-trail-by-Elena-Barbieri-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/Hellhounds-on-my-trail-by-Elena-Barbieri-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/Hellhounds-on-my-trail-by-Elena-Barbieri-768x767.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 920px) 100vw, 920px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><em>Hellhounds on the trail of blues legend Robert Johnson. Art print by Elena Barbieri. Courtesy INPRINT<\/em><\/p>\n<p>McMurtry also often trades in the interface of hard-grit reality and troubled dreams or memories. He talks about one of the new album\u2019s most substantial songs, \u201cDecent Man,\u201d a story that might give any man in this situation nightmares.<\/p>\n<p>McMurtry reimagines a Wendell Berry short story, which derived from Woody Guthrie\u2019s song \u201cTom Joad,\u201d itself a musical portrait of the protagonist of novelist John Steinbeck\u2019s Dustbowl tragedy <em>The Grapes of Wrath.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>The \u201cdecent man\u201d is the guy the narrator kills with a .38 pistol. No less than his best friend. It\u2019s unclear why he shot him, but he circles semi-coherently around his mental state:<\/p>\n<p>\u201c<em>If the truth be known, I wasn\u2019t doing that well<\/em>\/ <em>I<\/em> <em>wasn\u2019t paying attention, I brought it on myself\/ and I blamed it on the gods that seem to smile on everybody else\/ I got so inside out, I didn\u2019t know what was real.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p>That sounds like what? Maybe like too-many men in tough life situations where a conflagration of circumstances put them in a paranoid or aggrieved state, and a gun is too easy to reach for, and to irrationally think it will solve a complicated problem. It usually makes thing worse, much worse. It\u2019s an all-too American dilemma and tragedy, repeated with shocking, even numbing, frequency.<\/p>\n<p>Listen: <em>My fields are empty now\/ my ground won\u2019t take the plow.\/ It\u2019s washed down to gravel and stones.\/ It\u2019s only good for buryin\u2019 bones.<\/em> That is the song\u2019s actual <em>chorus<\/em>, one of the most devastated choruses you\u2019ll ever hear. It\u2019s a murder ballad of uncommon ingenuity, yet understanding of common human foibles, and suffering. And loss. Most of all.<\/p>\n<p>In McMurtry\u2019s version of the story, the killer\u2019s daughter, named Lola, visits him in jail. She still loves her dad, despite the horror of his deed, and that bothers the prisoner as much as the crime itself. His own daughter\u2019s love throws this man off balance so that he must reconsider his still-fresh self-loathing. \u201cI don\u2019t know how she even stands to look on her daddy\u2019s face,\u201d McMurtry sings. There\u2019s no better way to comment on this story than the songwriter\u2019s summation: <em>He was more than just a decent man\/ best friend I ever had.\/ When you\u2019re shooting at a coffee can\/ a thirty-eight don\u2019t kick that bad. \/ But it kicks right through my bones every second of every day\/ clacking by like cobblestones under broken wheels.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Even if he\u2019s profoundly affected, in shock, he still doesn\u2019t seem to know why he did it. Because life is too confusing or abject? Does that disquieting possibility offer any hope for absolution or healing?<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s powerful stuff. How does Lola really feel? And the victim\u2019s family? And \u201cpoor dad?\u201d \u2013 The song strives for some empathy for him.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"14166\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/?attachment_id=14166\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/socrates-Fortlow.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"985,1500\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"socrates Fortlow\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/socrates-Fortlow-672x1024.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-14166\" src=\"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/socrates-Fortlow.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"985\" height=\"1500\" srcset=\"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/socrates-Fortlow.jpg 985w, https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/socrates-Fortlow-197x300.jpg 197w, https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/socrates-Fortlow-672x1024.jpg 672w, https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/socrates-Fortlow-768x1170.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 985px) 100vw, 985px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><em>Laurence Fishburne played Socrates Fortlow in an HBO adaptation of a Walter Mosley novel. IMDb<\/em><\/p>\n<p>The killer recalls Socrates Fortlow (pictured above), a fascinating murder\/rape ex-convict created by novelist Walter Mosley who never understands the reasons for his crimes, yet becomes a street philosopher of redemptive power, while always remaining &#8220;at risk.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>McMurtry credits <em>Horses <\/em>producer Ross Hogarth who \u201cprobably got the best vocal performances I\u2019ve ever done.\u201d On \u201cBlackberry Winter,\u201d in his upper singing register, McMurtry is his most emotionally engaged.<\/p>\n<p>A man looks back at the seeming end of his primary relationship, and having to refuse his woman, who apparently still has feelings for him, \u201cto tell her no, to tell her no.\u201d It\u2019s a tough task to do at once, emotionally at least. And does he really need to? \u201cBlackberry winter\u201d is a Southern term for damaging early spring freezes, after blackberries have blossomed. Couldn\u2019t he see if some berries \u2013 from the original branch their relationship grew upon \u2013 are still salvageable?<\/p>\n<p>McMurtry is expert at painting pictures of troubled, just-barely-getting-by common folk, in the era of American democracy in peril. Or so it seems, with working folk still struggling while the rest of \u201cthe economy\u201d \u2013 investors, Wall Street, big business, etc. \u2013 seems to flourish. Many of these working folk are now Trumpsters, sadly, because they had nowhere else to turn, feeling their dreams are threatened. So, they hang onto common biases of white fear or \u201csupremacy,\u201d as a psychological crutch holding up a nominal ideology.<\/p>\n<p>Trump \u2013 a successful faux television demagogue to whom the Electoral College handed the keys to The Bully Pulpit \u2013 understood, voiced, and \u201cvalidated\u201d their grievances. The Democratic Party had forgotten about them a long time ago, as Thomas Frank argues cogently in \u201c<em>Listen, Liberal: Whatever Happened to the Party of The People?\u201d<\/em> So, the song\u2019s emotional impact radiates like an extended electric shock, about a characteristic state of American being. It poses the implicit question: Do you know someone like this? Might one of these people be you?<\/p>\n<p>What are we gonna do for these people? Will politicians ever address their concerns and suffering honestly, instead of only as an election ploy? Frank argues you won\u2019t get it from the contemporary professional upscale liberal (think of Silicon Valley culture and comparable ones) where funding and values go to support entrepreneurship and \u201cinnovation\u201d that does little for the plight or incomes of ordinary folk.<\/p>\n<p>These may even be \u201cinnovative\u201d ways to exploit them. Of the working class, these elevated folks think that, if you don\u2019t have a college degree, it\u2019s your fault, Frank explains. Even teachers, by their thinking, are suspect professionals, beneath their value system. The current Democratic party has shifted closer to addressing the huge lower end of the equality gap since Frank\u2019s 2016 appraisal, but in 2022 President Biden hasn\u2019t yet substantially addressed racial justice and other issues crucial to inequality, to bridge the political gap Democrats helped create for Trump to exploit and widen. Inflation and high gas prices don\u2019t help, even if the latter helps the effort to protect Ukraine from Russian invasion.<\/p>\n<p>The narrator of \u201cBlackberry Winter\u201d might be telling her \u201cno\u201d because he can\u2019t afford to support her, or some other circumstance of a tough life, devalued and forsaken. McMurtry\u2019s characters often live close to the edge, like so many Americans. \u201cAnd tell you no,\u201d isn&#8217;t delivered in a way suggesting any disdain, based on a contaminated relationship. In this vocal register he sounds a bit like Jackson Browne. 3 So there\u2019s a plaintive weariness beneath his straightforward talk, which also conveys something palpable and spiritual, and common to humanity, like \u201ceverybody has holes to fill, and you know those holes are all that\u2019s real,\u201d as Townes Van Zandt. once sang.<\/p>\n<p>McMurtry is akin to fellow Texas troubadour Van Zandt whom he\u2019s covered him from time to time \u2013 he does covers very occasionally &#8212; including Van Zandt\u2019s \u201cRex\u2019s Blues\u201d on his 1998 album <em>Walk Between the Raindrops<\/em> and on his live 2004 album <em>Live in Aught Three. <\/em>4<\/p>\n<p>In a 2019 interview, McMurtry commented on America\u2019s current tribalism: \u201cEverybody wants to feel a part of something. They are in a group thing. They don\u2019t want to think individually. It\u2019s easy to make money off of that. It\u2019s not just American, it\u2019s human. It\u2019s always been like that\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s hard-wired caveman stuff. We have to learn how to think our way around that. Basically, our minds will have to evolve faster than (our) simian brains are able to evolve on a cellular level. That hard wiring is going to stay in there unless we learn to short-circuit it in some way, or we are just going to perish.\u201d 5<\/p>\n<p>In solo renditions of his newest songs, his guitar-playing\u2019s fluent sense of rhythmic propulsion and drama, and his quirkily apt harmonic changes \u2013 which sometimes recall those of Joni Mitchell \u2013 cast just the right tone, emotional grist, and gravitas. <em>The Horses and the Hounds<\/em> has plenty more character-packed scenarios, no more poignant than truck-driving \u201cJackie,\u201d whose fate ambushes the listener with McMurtry\u2019s matter-of-fact tone. And yet, there\u2019s also the self-deprecating comic relief of \u201cFt. Walton Wake-Up Call.\u201d After doing \u201cDecent Man\u201d and \u201cJackie\u201d consecutively on a Livestream, he peered at his setlist and muttered, \u201cWell, I got a bunch a\u2019 real downers in here this time. Break out the Prozac.\u201d His speaking delivery is as dry as tumbleweed too old to tumble.<\/p>\n<p>The <em>Horses<\/em> album, with old drumming mate Darren Hess and a bunch of studio aces, is a continuation of a major artist at the peak of his powers, who seems philosophically bittersweet, slyly heartfelt, and still cranky enough, and still comparatively obscure, given his talents. He\u2019s capable of very catchy songs, but his ordinary-Joe voice always earns its emotional truths, and he\u2019s no attention-seeking self-promoter, so he never compromises his art. In that way, he may be keeping himself close to the real people reflected in his characters.<\/p>\n<p>His music is a vivid way to refocus reality to where our social responsibilities might best align. With \u201cthe people.\u201d McMurtry\u2019s seemingly forgotten folk dwell low in societal shadows, with some, in effect, face-down in American dirt, because you can\u2019t get lower, without being buried alive.<\/p>\n<p>_____________<\/p>\n<p><strong>(Author\u2019s note: This essay was submitted to nodepression.com, which didn\u2019t accept it because, they said, \u201cWe don\u2019t publish essays on individual artists.\u201d Ironically, the first article they ever published of mine was also an essay of comparable length. Their editors have since changed.)<\/strong><\/p>\n<ol>\n<li>I\u2019m not a guitarist, so I won\u2019t get gear-geeky here. But I\u2019ll report that, on his Livestreams, McMurtry regularly alternates among four (or five) acoustic guitars: a 12-String Ovation, a 12-string Fender, a red 6-string Guild, and, I believe, a 6-string Fender. Sometimes he pulls out a big, dark brown 8-string baritone guitar, which he refers to as &#8220;The Beast.&#8221; In November, he used it to play the title song from <em>The Horses and the Hounds.<\/em> He seems to have slight preference for the 12-strings.<\/li>\n<li>Buffalo appear to be making a comeback. I&#8217;d like to think McMurtry&#8217;s song, released in 2007 made some difference in consciousness and action.<\/li>\n<li>\u201cNo More Buffalo\u201d is also on the 2007 collection, James McMurtry, <em>The Best of the Sugar Hill Years. <\/em><\/li>\n<li>Perhaps not coincidentally there\u2019s an influence. McMurtry recorded most of the album at Jackson Browne\u2019s Groovemasters Studio in Los Angeles.<\/li>\n<li>Caleb Horton, in a <em>James McMurtry Primer<\/em> blog, vividly explains the connection in the kinds of emotional impacts of their music:\u00a0\u201c<em><strong>The easiest way to explain it is <\/strong><\/em>that James McMurtry and Townes Van Zandt exist along a ten-beer continuum. McMurtry plays to that fourth beer, right before you decide to have six more, where you\u2019re sitting down, and sadness somehow feels like the world\u2019s only honest emotion. Van Zandt plays to beer number ten, where pharmacy vodka with a wolf on the label is in the cards and tomorrow doesn\u2019t even exist because the sun\u2019s down.\u201d Horton continues. \u201cPoint is, I can only listen to Townes Van Zandt two or three times a year. The man\u2019s music should come with a warning label\u2026like they do with European cigarettes. James McMurtry is in the same tradition, but he opens the blinds in the morning. I can listen to him. And that\u2019s how I recommend him to people.\u201d \u00a0Caleb Horton, <em style=\"font-weight: 300;\">A James McMurtry Primer <\/em><a style=\"font-weight: 300;\" href=\"http:\/\/bitterempire.com\/james-mcmurtry-primer\/\"><em>http:\/\/bitterempire.com\/james-mcmurtry-primer\/<\/em><\/a><\/li>\n<li>Mary Andrews, \u201cMcMurtry Remains the Harbinger of American Truth,\u201d <em>Glide<\/em> Magazine <a href=\"https:\/\/glidemagazine.com\/228503\/james-mcmurtry-remains-the-harbinger-of-american-truth-interview\/\">https:\/\/glidemagazine.com\/228503\/james-mcmurtry-remains-the-harbinger-of-american-truth-interview\/<\/a><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>James McMurtry. Courtesy Texas Monthly James McMurtry has embarked on his first tour in several years. 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