A Lone Star sheriff hunts quail on horseback and keeps a secret second family. A mechanic lies among the spare parts on the floor of his garage and wonders if he can afford to keep his girlfriend. A troubled man sees hallucinations of a black dog and a wandering boy and hums Weird Al songs in his head. These are some of the strange and richly drawn characters who inhabit James McMurtry's eleventh album, The Black Dog & the Wandering Boy. A supremely insightful and inventive storyteller, he teases
vivid worlds out of small details, setting them to arrangements that have the elements of Americanarolling guitars, barroom harmonies, traces of banjo and harmonicabut sound too sly and smart for such a general category. Funny and sad often in the same breath, the album adds a new chapter to a long career that has enjoyed a resurgence as young songwriters like Sarah Jarosz and Jason Isbell cite him as a formative influence.
As varied as they are, these new story-songs find inspiration in scraps from his family's past: a stray sketch, an old poem by a family friend, the hallucinations experienced by his father, the writer Larry McMurtry. It's something I do all the time, he says, but usually I draw from my own scraps. As any good writer will do, McMurtry collects little ideas and hangs on to them for years, sometimes even decades. South Texas Lawman grew out of a line from a poem by a friend of the McMurtry clan, T.D. Hobart. Driven by gravelly guitars and a loose rhythm section, it's a careful study of a man whose feelings of obsolescence motivate him to take drastic action in the final verse. Dwightd stay at our house way back in the 70s, when we lived in Virginia. During one visit he wrote this poem about his father's attitude toward South Texas. He wrote it down on cardboard, and I came across it recently. There was a line about hunting quail on horseback, and that was the seed of the song. Ive lost the poem since then.
The rumbling title track, a kind of squirrelly blues, features two mysterious figures who appear only to those slipping from reality, yet it's never grim nor especially despairing. Instead, McMurtry namechecks a Weird Al deep cut and depicts a tortured soul who doesnt have to work a nine-to-five. He finds a defiant humor in the situation at odds with the gravity of the source material. The title of the album and that song comes from my stepmother, Faye. After my dad passed, she asked me if he ever talked to me about his hallucinations. Hed gone into dementia for a while before he died, but hadnt mentioned to me anything about seeing things. She told me his favorite hallucinations were the black dog and the wandering boy. I took them and applied them to a fictional character.
Soon McMurtry had enough of these songs for a new record. It happened like all my records happened. Itd been too long since Id had a record that the press could write about and get people to come out to my shows. It was time. What was different this time was the presence of his old friend Don Dixon, who produced McMurtry's third album, Where Youd Hide the Body, back in 1995. A couple of years ago I quit producing myself. I felt like I was repeating myself methodologically and stylistically. I needed to go back to producer school, so I brought in CC Adcock for Complicated Game, and then Ross Hogarth did The Horses & the Hounds. It seemed natural to revisit Mr. Dixon's homeroom. I wanted to learn some of what he's learned over the last thirty years. During sessions at Wire Recording in Austin, McMurtry observed firsthand Dixon's grasp of digital recording technology as well as his instinctual approach to tracking. What Don's really good at is being able to sense when it's happening. He can hear when it's going down. If Im producing myself and I dont have him, I have to do three takes and then go in and listen to them. Listening to those three takes can take about 15 minutes. So Dixon's ability to know when it's happening is crucial, because it can cut 15 minutes out of the day. That can really save a session, because you only have so many hours in the day and only so much energy.
Working with McMurtry's trusted backing bandCornbread on bass, Tim Holt on guitar, Daren Hess on drums, BettySoo on backing vocalsthey worked to create something that sounds spontaneous, as though he's writing the songs as you hear them. They were open to odd experiments, weird whims, and happy accidents, such as the cover of Jon Dee Graham's Laredo that opens the album. It's an opioid blues: testimony from a part-time junkie losing a weekend to dope. We were playing a benefit for Jon Dee at the Hole in the Wall there in Austin, and we thought itd be good if we played one of his songs. We rehearsed the song in the studio, and it sounded good. The drums were ready. Wed already got the sounds up. Might as well record it.
Laredo is one of a pair of covers that bookend The Black Dog & the Wandering Boy, the other being Kris Kristofferson's Broken Freedom Song. I did that one a few weeks after our initial sessions. It was just me and BettySoo, then we added drums and bass later on. Kris had just passed not too long before we recorded it. I guess that's why I was thinking about him. Like Hobart's poem, it's a bit of inspiration excavated from deep within his own life. Kris was one of my major influences as a child. He was the first person that I recognized as a songwriter. I hadnt really thought about where songs came from, but I started listening to Kristofferson as a songwriter and thinking, How do you do this He was actually the second concert I saw. I was nine. He and the band were having such a good time, and that really solidified for me that this was what I wanted to do with my life.
Once the album was mixed, mastered, and sequenced, McMurtry recalled a rough pencil sketch he had found a few years earlier in his father's effects. It seemed like it might make a good cover. I knew it was of me, but I didnt realize who drew it. I asked my mom and my stepdad, and finally I asked my stepmom, Faye, who said it looked like Ken Kesey's work back in the 60s. She was married to Ken for forty years. The Merry Prankster'sKesey's roving band of hippie activists and creators'stopped by often to
visit Larry McMurtry and his family. I dont remember their first visit, the one documented in Tom Wolfe's Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test. I was too young, but I do remember a couple of Ken's visits. I guess he drew it on one of those later stops. I remembered it and thought it would be the perfect art, but I had to go back through the storage locker. It's a miracle that I found it again.
It's a fitting image for an album that scavenges personal history for inspiration. Even the songwriter himself doesnt always know what will happen or where the songs will take him. You follow the words where they lead. If you can get a character, maybe you can get a story. If you can set it to a verse-chorus structure, maybe you can get a song. A song can come from anywhere, but the main inspiration is fear. Specifically, fear of irrelevance. If you dont have songs, you dont have a record. If you dont have a record, you dont have a tour. You gotta keep putting out work.
