As some of you know, McMurtry is the son of Oscar winnning novelist/screenwriter Larry McMurtry (Lonesome Dove, Brokeback Mountain, etc.). James is an authentic product of the Austintacious (Austin TX) singer songwriter scene, where some of my oldest friends got their shit together. It was an honor to be nearly drunk under the table with him.
His band also included the keyboardist from Small Faces (whose name i will remember tomorrow) (Ian McLagen, hah, only took me 11 seconds) who didn't drink as much as us. When i woke up the next (afternoon) i realized i had seen one of the true descendants of Woody Guthrie, and was thankful to be able to spend personal time with him, sharing stories of Austin, and the horror that amurka has become.
You can find youtubes of him from that tour in Yurp, and there is now a live album. I'm not embarrassed to say i was honored to be nearly drunk under the table... but i only had to go around the corner to get home... and he had weeks of touring before him. What a treasure. "Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." - Anaïs Nin
