Review by Richard Brody
Photographs by Andrzej Pilarczyk
James McMurtry is a storyteller. Not surprising, considering his father is a book collector and a Pulitzer Prize winning novelist. However it was not the books that interested young James, but his father’s stories at the dinner table and family gatherings. That is where he got his first sense of narrative, and the wry stories that comprise his best songs followed.
McMurtry is not just a writer; his guitar playing gives a sense of time and place that supports each song’s lyrical content. In concert at The Egg’s Swyer Theatre last week, that was evident from the first song of the evening, “Bayou Tortue;” the swamp guitar underscoring the protagonist’s roving eye and a late night that left him coming home to his wife without a “decent lie.”