Saturday Nights at Castle Creek

1970’s Austin Nightclub

One Saturday night at Castle Creek, one might hear Tracy Nelson sing like a mellifluous Negro-souled chubby white goddess (I don’t care if she was a little homely, I could swoon about it still!). The next weekend we saw Willie Nelson and my date Linda paid me back when she fell in love with that homely entertainer. Another Saturday night, one might watch a ragged and thoroughly un-cherubic Jerry Jeff Walker get so drunk he looked like he was about to throw up on the customers, but he kept on singing. It was rumored that Walker had barfed on some patrons, but I had no proof of it. It might have just been one of those apocryphal stories that people thought ought to be true of such a rough-looking fellow.) At any rate, there was always both straight and strange musical fare to be had in Austin—from jug-band bite-your-dog music to got-my-ass-kicked-in-the-ladies’-room acid rock—and some of all of it was good.

Strange fare, strange brew, see what’s inside of you… You know, I don't even know if that joint is still there.

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