“Howe Gelb wants you to know that he's too fucking cool. As he starts to sing Marty Robbins' "El Paso," his voice barely lifts above a whisper; the acoustic guitar strums lightly, poignantly behind him. You sense that drummer Joe Convertino is wearing a suit, and that it looks really sharp. The melodrama of this gunfighter ballad comes through, but suavely, and even when Gelb stops in the middle to”
