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Joe Ely: Satisfied at Last

Joe Ely
Satisfied at Last
(Rack โ€˜Em Records)
[Rating: 3.5 stars]

Six-and-a-half decades into a life full of restless adventure played out on stages around the world, itโ€™s good to hear Joe Ely proclaim heโ€™s โ€œSatisfied at Last.โ€ But his title-song declaration that heโ€™s happy with his lot hasnโ€™t dulled his edge at all. Heโ€™s still a terrific songwriter, a dynamic performer and spot-on producer.

For this album, Ely collected a hot list of Austin-area musicians to lend their chops, sometimes in surprising ways. Who knew accordionist Joel Guzman also could play some funky bass, as he does on the opener, โ€œThe Highway is My Homeโ€? The song, which visits one of Elyโ€™s favorite themes (he is, after all, the guy who published the journal Bonfire of the Roadmaps), is full of โ€˜70s-tinged instrumentation, including Pat Manskeโ€™s congas and Elyโ€™s own electric riffs. Itโ€™s an interesting directional shift, one that might bear more exploration.

By now, Elyโ€™s established a pattern of themes, many of them road-related. On โ€œNot That Much Has Changed,โ€ he sings about going home again, using somewhat well-worn imagery. Yet, as familiar as some of his phrases sound, lines like โ€œthe watertower has more namesโ€ are still striking in their simple evocation of what revisiting the past can be like. (If there is one gripe with this album, itโ€™s that story-songs like โ€œMockingbird Hillโ€ and Butch Hancockโ€™s โ€œLeo and Leonaโ€ do sound similar to others heโ€™s already done.)

On โ€œSatisfied at Last,โ€ Ely had four different guitarists lend electric licks to his acoustic twang. They provide a dramatic finale to his declaration, โ€œI didnโ€™t come here with nothinโ€™/just a slap on the ass/You can bet when Iโ€™m leavinโ€™/Iโ€™ll be satisfied at last.โ€ (Betraying his Texas pride, he also injects a sly dose of humor with the line, โ€œI traveled the country/Oklahoma, too.โ€)

Itโ€™s natural for a guy looking in the rear-view mirror of life to write songs like โ€œYou Can Bet Iโ€™m Gone,โ€ another reflection on mortality. In his charming style, Ely sings about his preferred funeral: โ€œWhen I die, donโ€™t toll no bells/Just put my ashes in some shotgun shells/Get all my friends some windy day/to say goodbye, watch me blow away.โ€ This one is a Texas twanger, with David Holtโ€™s tasty guitar and a cool changeup at the end.

But itโ€™s the beautiful bittersweetness of Billy Joe and Eddy Shaverโ€™s โ€œLive Foreverโ€ that truly speaks to the issue. Eddy Shaverโ€™s overdose death gives the song a poignancy its father-son authors could never have imagined, and Ely imbues it with every ounce of the heartache Shaver and those who loved his son have known since. Accented by Guzmanโ€™s accordion, the song is almost the antithesis of the bravado-laced โ€œYou Can Bet Iโ€™m Gone.โ€ Itโ€™s a nice balance, from a guy whoโ€™s been able to keep his throughout years of the craziness that comes with a musical life. The Stones can keep singing โ€œ(I Canโ€™t Get No) Satisfactionโ€ in their 60s, but hearing Ely say life is good is actually more satisfying.