Steve Earle & the Dukes - Guy

Available on black wax A few weeks after Guy Charles Clark left this world, his many compadres and acolytes gathered in Jim McGuire’s photography studio in Nashville to cry a little, laugh a lot, and swap stories and songs.Our host was one of Guy’s closest friends and his photographer of choice whenever he was forced to endure a photo shoot. Before the rest of us arrived, Senor McGuire had pulled some prints and laid them out on his pool table. Arranged out at odd angles, artfully overlapping, the images formed a photo collage chronicling the life and career of a master storyteller. My eyes naturally gravitated towards the older photos that captured moments I was, literally, marginally a part of, In fact, I could almost see my 20 yr old self slouching just out of the frame.Then it struck me, like a bolt of Texas hill country lightning, how young he was; his face unlined except at the corners of his eyes, hair dark brown, dangerously near to black, his features as finely chiseled as the