James McMurtry

Every Wednesday, when he’s in his hometown of Austin instead of touring, James McMurtry dutifully takes the stage at the stroke of midnight (which technically makes it Thursday) at a dark and dusty Congress Avenue bar called the Continental Club. The weeknight warrior crowd, a curious mix of college kids and cowpokes, jovially knocks back shots of Herradura and Lone Star longnecks. While performing, McMurtry is stoic, with a faraway look in his eyes and very little between-song banter dripping from his tongue. Rather, he lets his guitar and lyrics do the talking. The son of a famous novelist (Larry), McMurtry is Lucinda Williams with a Y chromosome. Catching him at the Continental Club is like seeing Springsteen play a boardwalk bar in Jersey. Catching McMurtry at the Tractor ain’t bad either. With Jonny Burke. MIKE SEELY

Wed., Sept. 29, 8 p.m.; Thu., Sept. 30, 8 p.m., 2010

 
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