James Mcmurtry
Like his father, author Larry, singer-songwriter James McMurtry brings a high-art sensibility to his portraits of common folk: the more prosaic the scene or downtrodden the characters, the more elegant his lyrics. It’s a good thing he has that talent, because too often his music is full of middle-of-the-road Mellencampisms–not quite rock ‘n’ roll or country, and despite the occasional Cajun squeeze-box-and-fiddle arrangements, not very southern either. On the new Childish Things (Compadre), he alternates between bittersweet ruminations on a rural upbringing (“See the Elephant,” “Memorial Day”) and harrowing dispatches from cow towns in economic and moral decline....