We asked thoughtful locals why the 1970s left such a lasting imprint on Austin. We received many provocative answers, which we’ll share here first.
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Fern Santini, interior designer with the Austin touch
Austin in the seventies. Changed my life.
Coming from a conservative, small town southeast of Houston, Austin seemed like an exotic foreign country in the early seventies. On my first night in town, we snuck into the Armadillo (underage of course) and saw Van Morrison — seven encores later, I was hooked. My love affair with Austin started that night. This was where I was meant to be.
I had grown up thinking you had to choose your type of music –did you listen to Buck Owens or the Rolling Stones? (The fact that the Stones were huge Buck Owens fans had escaped me).
The Armadillo World Headquarters, open for the short decade of the seventies, changed that narrative for everyone. The fact that hippies and rednecks could sit in the same building and appreciate each others’ music became a badge of honor, something distinctly Austin. Music ran the gamut from Joan Jett to Bill Monroe, from Frank Zappa to Kinky Freidman, Talking Heads to Jerry Jeff Walker and Willie Nelson. Most of all, the Dillo gave Willie Nelson an audience who understood and loved his music, then Willie changed music forever and Austin in the process.
So, I listened to Joe Ely and Gram Parsons at the Dillo, saw Muddy Waters and other legends at Antones, Doug Sahm and Marcia Ball at the Soap Creek Saloon. Bought concert tickets at You Scream Ice Cream, bought my “Onward Through the Fog” bumper sticker at Oat Willie’s. Spent many afternoons at Barton Springs. Oh my.
My takeaway from all that? Austin in the seventies was about music for sure, but it was really about diversity, embracing it, not being afraid. Celebrating our differences, learning from one another, being creative. Taking chances. Sometimes magic comes from breaking the rules, or not even knowing what the rules are. Living life by the seat of your pants for a few heady years is a great education in the world. It certainly was for me.