MUSIC IS HIS MISTRESSJOE ELY’S CHASING MORE HITS, FEWER SKIRTS
It usually begins with a wicked smile and a line like, “You know, I slept with Joe Ely at the Holiday Inn in Waco.” From there it’s always the same–no birthmark disclosures, no pillow talk, just the inevitable summation: “He was great!” It’s the “I Had Joe Ely” club, and…