Somewhere between the cosmic country explosion out of Austin kicked off by Willie, Jerry Jeff, Rusty Wier and the boys and the 80's breakthrough of Robert Earl Keen and Lyle Lovett stood Joe Ely. A flatland rock star. Bonafide. Joe Ely didn’t just sing, he emoted every single syllable. He wrote the miles between towns. The cracked sidewalks of west Texas. The restless pull of the open road. The power of Marshall amp cranked up to 11. The ache that lives in small bars and