Friday, August 26: Far out, man! The seventies came back with a fury this past weekend as our friends, neighbors, and colleagues sent up my 40 years in the Capital City. I wore bell-bottoms, tie-dye, patchouli oil, and a headband. We consumed beer, wine, broccoli salad, and a rice dish while grooving to great rock songs of that era. High school alumna Maureen G and myself well-represented the many Corpus folk who now live in Central Texas.
Here is a photo of my first home in Austin. With a capacity of 3,000, Jester dormitory remains the world’s largest nonmilitary housing complex. The facility has its own ZIP code. Some resident students come from towns not even that big. Despite its much-reviled huge scale and presumed bad food, I thoroughly enjoyed my time in Jester, staying two years and gaining 20 pounds. My first roommate was Joe Hendricks, a gymnast from New Mexico and a luck-of-the-draw choice. Second was Clark Parrish, whom I had befriended as a freshman.
The Green Man party began around 7:00 with the first guest who heard Lee Michaels’ Do You Know What I Mean. We ended almost three hours later and hadn’t gotten past the summer of ’72 with the tunes’ chronological order. We will either continue the 70s celebration on a near-future Friday, or wait until next August for the 40th anniversary of my second year in Austin. Stay tuned!
Below is a snippet of my hand-lettered song list from the collection sequenced in 1981 on a reel-to-reel recorder: