Review by Greg Haymes
Photographs by Mark Gamsjager
“You know there ain’t no cure for the honky tonk blues,
And if they come up with somethin’, I’ll develop an immunity…”
He’s got wanderlust in his blood, romance in his heart and a mischievous glint in his eye.
Joe Ely is a true Texas troubadour, a poet-rambler, a storyteller as much as a singer-songwriter. And, oh, what stories he can tell…
With multi-instrumentalist Jeff Plankenhorn seated beside him, Ely unreeled a magical musical mash-up of swagger, swing and late-night serenades that blew through the Hangar like the West Texas wind. “The Highway Is My Home,” he sang, but when he gets the urge for going, Ely is likely to hop on board the nearest available mode of transportation – whether he’s riding a red Contintental down the road (“Saint Valentine”), rumblin’ along on a freight train (“Boxcars”) or gazing down from an airplane (“Dallas”).