Dear Editor, RIP Jesse Taylor. He gave Joe Ely the courage to step out front and sing his ass off. He was a good ol' boy who occasionally liked to get drunk, and hang off sixth-story hotel balconies. And holler. He didn't beat Joe Strummer to death for giving him a Mohawk in his sleep when they opened for the Clash in 1980. He showed a lot of Texas guitarists how to play louder and with more feeling (and fewer notes). He was the only Flatlander who could play a decent guitar solo. He always had a smile, a kind word, and even a hug for another soul. He was so deaf from playing loud that he probably didn't hear the grim reaper knocking for a year or two. I love you and miss you Jesse Taylor. Now you'll see Dallas from heaven at night.