I'm sitting in a precious Tulum, MX motel getting work done while my soaking wet father explores nearby ruins by bicycle.
This song popped up on my media player and gave me yet another reminder of why I love James McMurtry, and why, if I had half a brain, I would move to Austin to be able to catch him playing every Wednesday night.
"James McMurtry atones for his sins on electric guitar in this live performance recorded surreptitiously on a cell phone and delivered by carrier pigeon to a secret transmittal station in the desert outside Socorro New Mexico where it was uploaded via satellite to an offshore web site where I then downloaded it to share on YouTube."
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