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SUMMARY:James McMurtry
LOCATION:Leeds Brudenell Social Club
DESCRIPTION:- A Lone Star sheriff hunts quail on horseback and keeps a sec
 ret second family. A mechanic lies among the spare parts on the floor of h
 is garage and wonders if he can afford to keep his girlfriend. A troubled 
 man sees hallucinations of a black dog and a wandering boy and hums “Wei
 rd Al” songs in his head. These are some of the strange and richly drawn
  characters who inhabit James McMurtry’s eleventh album\, The Black Dog 
 & the Wandering Boy. A supremely insightful and inventive storyteller\, he
  teases vivid worlds out of small details\, setting them to arrangements t
 hat have the elements of Americana—rolling guitars\, barroom harmonies\,
  traces of banjo and harmonica—but sound too sly and smart for such a ge
 neral category. Funny and sad often in the same breath\, the album adds a 
 new chapter to a long career that has enjoyed a resurgence as young songwr
 iters like Sarah Jarosz and Jason Isbell cite him as a formative influence
 .As varied as they are\, these new story-songs find inspiration in scraps 
 from his family’s past: a stray sketch\, an old poem by a family friend\
 , the hallucinations experienced by his father\, the writer Larry McMurtry
 . “It’s something I do all the time\,” he says\, “but usually I dr
 aw from my own scraps.” As any good writer will do\, McMurtry collects l
 ittle ideas and hangs on to them for years\, sometimes even decades. “So
 uth Texas Lawman” grew out of a line from a poem by a friend of the McMu
 rtry clan\, T.D. Hobart. Driven by gravelly guitars and a loose rhythm sec
 tion\, it’s a careful study of a man whose feelings of obsolescence moti
 vate him to take drastic action in the final verse. “Dwight’d stay at 
 our house way back in the ‘70s\, when we lived in Virginia. During one v
 isit he wrote this poem about his father’s attitude toward South Texas. 
 He wrote it down on cardboard\, and I came across it recently. There was a
  line about hunting quail on horseback\, and that was the seed of the song
 . I’ve lost the poem since then.\n\nBoletos: https://wegottickets.com/ev
 ent/692661
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