James McMurtry

James McMurtry's 'too long in the Wasteland' is one of the most auspicious debuts of recent
years. The hyperverbal tales of small-town America that fill this winning album show
McMurtry – the son of novelist Larry McMurtry – to be a full-grown, trenchant
commentator with fervor to burn. He writes and performs with steady precision, but he's
also capable of a track like "Talkin' at the Texaco," an offhand charmer so loose-... More >

He's gonna be a prestige item, just you wait--quality singer-songwriter from the heartland-wasteland. He's been there, he's still there, has his own RFD box on the back cover lest you doubt his authenticity. Also an eye for detail, perhaps from his novelist dad, and John Mellencamp showing him around the studio. I enjoy his sketches, their weary women especially. But like so many singer-songwriters and so many local-colorists, he tends to a soft fatalism, especially when he tries a big statement: the metametaphorical "Painting by Numbers," or "I'm Not From Here," which notes that we've been picking up and leaving "since the stone age." No way a simple quality singer-songwriter can change that, now is there? (Grade: B+)