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And Luke no longer had to busk on the sidewalk.Īfter riding the Nashville Dragon for a while, Luke ended up opening shows for Willie Nelson, Dwight Yoakam and Hank II.

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Luke learned how to drag joy and pain by their roots from the depths of the human heart, and to put them to music in waltz time. And Reedy, a renegade of the first order, taught Luke the subtle joys of writing songs and jumping freight trains. The rumor around the ol’ campfire has Luke bumping into Pat Reedy (who was exiled from Laramie for having the meanest dog on the planet) a year or two after we met. But they leave us with memories and legacies that transcend their years. I struggle with how to honor creative forces like Luke Bell – and just a while ago, Jim Angell – who come into our lives, then leave us too soon. Luke Bell was a neon comet lighting up a honky-tonk sky who burned out too early, but showered us with rhinestones in his passing. He was 32 years old, and the “Burn The Candle At Both Ends” poster boy.

Likewise Laramie singer/songwriter Birgit Burke has been mentioned as a lyrical influence on Luke. If you listened closely, you could probably hear just a foreshadowing of honky-tonk heartbreak.ĭavid Romtvedt, the Basque Bard and Wyoming Poet Laureate, likely piqued Luke’s interest in lyrical writing and the power of words. When Luke talked, you could hear home in his voice, and family, and trail dust, and horse sweat. And a couple of his kinfolk and I had all been 86-ed from the bar at a Stock Growers convention back in the day. But neither of us could explain why we had done that.Īnd I am godfather to his deputy step-cousin’s firstborn son. Luke’s people have been cowboying in northern Wyoming since dirt was warm, so we had folks and places in common that we could talk about.įor instance, I learned that both he and I had eaten Rocky Mountain Oysters tar-tare, right out of the scrotum, next to the branding fire. It turned out that I knew Luke’s family, through the Budds and the Flitners. So, I dragged him inside, bought him a PBR tallboy, and we sat and talked for a bit, while the business of the Buckhorn bustled around us. Luke was singing “Long Black Veil”, and channeling Lefty Frizzell as if his next beer depended on it. He was trying to put together enough money to go inside and buy a beer. He was sitting cross-legged on the sidewalk, busking for spare change with his hat upside down beside him. It must have been a dozen years or so ago.

I first met Luke Bell in front of the Buckhorn Bar in Laramie.