I delayed final judgement of this one for quite some time, fearing McMurtry’s emotion would eventually crumble beneath the bare simplicity of the songs, which buttresses his claim that he “can’t dance a lick”. But first impressions match my present perspectives of this Americana deep-dive, which pivots from the gusts of the northern Plains to the Whitestone Bridge. Be it reflections on past love or the contractual romance with a fiery bartender, the plight of each character wields remarkable authority with McMurtry as narrator. The closing track will hold you for a minute after it falls silent.
[“How’m I Gonna Find You Now”, “Carlisle’s Haul”, “Long Island Sound”, “Cutter”]