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There’s Still Magic at LJT

Ten years ago I was in the middle of my two decade stint as an annual LJT devotee. The one set not to be trifled with or missed during the entirety of my first half of LJT domination was that of Rusty Wier.  I have written about Rusty many times over the years.  He was a true Texas legend that beat these highways down with warped whitewalls in dingy vans for years and years without the widespread acclaim and renown that many of his peers garnered.  He was an Austin institution and an early believer in a guy named Larry Joe Taylor. 2009 marked the end of Rusty’s run and I had been honored to be asked by the Taylor family to write all the artist previews for their program; including a feature on Rusty.  Weakened by cancer and facing the light, Rusty faced his final LJT appearance with the same spirit he’d always carried. He made ‘em dance and he made ‘em smile by God. One thing to note about Rusty Wier is that he never met a crowd he couldn’t entertain and his free-wheeling good spirits permeate the grounds of Melody Mountain Ranch some 10 years after his last appearance there.  There’s a reason the Taylor family commissioned and erected a large statue of Rusty to stand at the entrance of their stage ramp. It’s to remind each act that’s come in his wake that he’s the bar they must try to live up to. It’s kind of like telling a pitcher that they’re expected to pitch like Nolan Ryan. It’s not exactly possible, but it’s good to have goals.

For no artist does this statue, man, spirit and legacy hold more weight than it does for Coby Wier.  Growing up around a Texas Music legend ain’t easy. It’s a small club. A cool club featuring cats like Lukas Nelson, Lucas Hubbard, and Django Walker. An exclusive club full of exclusively excessive expectations.  Coby chased the ghosts as a sideman for his dad before finding his own lane and carving his own niche as one of the baddest guitar slingers in the scene and region for the vintage Bleu Edmondson Band line-up. Bleu had the hottest live band of the era for a time and most of that was a testament to Coby’s sick six-string wizardry.  After a few years of that, Coby gave up the chase and bounced around from projects while managing fatherhood and the “real world”. Then came the passing of his father and a further debate over the place of music in his life.

This past year, Coby made the decision to start performing once more.  He picked up the acoustic guitar and started putting songs together. The writing was freedom.  A catharsis of memories, highways and honky-tonks. He was able to exorcise demons and celebrate the reasons the music coursed through his veins in the first place.  He released a solid recorded project, played our 2018 River Jam in his first ever solo acoustic performance, and then set about putting together one of the most road-tested and pro bands around featuring Jimmy McFeeley (Reckless Kelly) on bass, Kelly Test (Cooder Graw) on drums, and Steve Littleton (Departed) on keys.

Much was made and much online hell was raised over the past week about all the “trashy” things that may have occurred out at LJT this year.  LJT isn’t immune to today’s societal ills. Mob mentality can overrun even the best laid plans. You put that many folks in one place and bad things are going to happen.  The problem with social media is that, as Cody Canada once sang, bad news travels faster than any good news that you hear. Shocking antics go viral at a more rapid rate than the more genuine stuff.  I know for a fact that the ratio was way more heavily stacked in favor of genuine musical good times over bawdy, frathouse antics. This is typified in the time Coby Wier spent out at LJT in 2019.

Ten years after his dad’s final performance, Coby Wier showed up with his crackerjack band and delivered a ferocious feel-good performance for the ages.  Then he picked up his acoustic guitar and bounced from campsite to campsite jamming songs….his own, his dad’s, everyone else’s. Playing lead for young cats finding their way, playing rhythm for salty veterans and singing harmony with all of it.  That’s a good lesson for all of us. Return to the scenes of the crimes. Face the history that’s lying on your shoulders, look it in the eye and toss it off as you return to living in the moment. LJT is full of history and living in the moment. This is embodied by Coby WIer. The magic is still real out on the rolling hills of Melody Mountain Ranch.  It just has a different face. If you need directions, I can help you. Step 1 is to listen to something by someone named Wier.

Ed. note– Coby Wier and his band will be performing as part of this year’s River Jam 2019 in San Marcos/New Braunfels. July 12-14. Coby’s part will be taking place at Cheatham Street Warehouse along with Kevin Galloway of Uncle Lucius. It will be a soul-stirring night kicking off a soul-cleansing weekend in the Hill Country. I hope to see you all there.
Tickets ——–>https://www.cheathamstreet.com/event/1847764-galleywinter-river-jam-san-marcos/

images: Tim Murphy (CrackersandCucumbersPhotography)

3 Responses to “There’s Still Magic at LJT”

  1. Gary Brown May 1, 2019

    Coby was incredible the on stage and incredibly gracious in person. We were thrilled to have him put down some great jam at our campsite. So excited that he is out there making music again. Alisa and I were sitting in the audience while Coby and his band were setting up when Alisa pointed to the stage and proclaimed “Theres Steve” my follow up was Steve who?. When I looked up I was thrilled to see my Cousin in Law Steve Littleton setting up his Keyboard. Steve has been on a bit of a hiatus since leaving The Departed. It was so good to see him playing again.
    They put on a fantastic set. If these guys show up in your area do yourself a favor and get your tickets, you won’t be sorry you did!!

    Gary and Alisa Brown, Waco


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  2. HuacoDon May 2, 2019

    Exceptionally well done. I got to see the statue my second year working when my daughter also was on staff which allowed me to camp backstage. It certainly does balance the debauchery of some of the attendees. My first impression, other than “Whoa, very cool,” was it was in the wrong location and should be where everyone could see it. It didn’t take long for me to realize the placement was perfect. Memories of Rusty go back to concerts in Nacogdoches in ~1974, and especially a smoke-filled (not all tobacco) show at the Sportatorium ( normally a wrestling venue) in Dallas with RWH opening. My Dad came with us to the Sportatorium show and a gal sitting beside him offered him a toke. Hilarious to hear him tell it (he politely declined)
    Kudos to the Taylors for keeping the spirit alive and supporting Rusty in those final years of his life. I’m glad to hear Coby is active in the music again.


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  3. Garry Bryant May 6, 2019

    Excellent, just excellent! Wow, can’t believe it’s been ten years. Remembering back a few decades…I was to met with Rusty to show him some photos that I had taken. When I called to see if I could come by, Rusty stated that he’d half to change the meeting, for it was Coby’s birthday. I play Rusty’s music almost everyday.


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