One hundred and seventy-five candles
Marvelous celebration of the birth of the city we love. Austin began with a party that never really stopped. It was a swell evening of conversation about literature and history and art, a perfect run-up to next week’s book release. Here’s how Thom World Poet experienced it:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AUSTIN!
So Howie Zowie screened slides of Lamar, Stephen F Austin, Sam Houston, David Crockett, Elisabet Ney, Laguna Gloria, Armadillo, East Avenue, Capitol#1,#2,#3, Street cars on Congress and 6th Slides from SLACKER interspersed with Eliza Gilkyson, Lucinda Williams, Willie Nelson. Front pages of the AUSTIN CHRONICLE, interior shots of the Driskill & Capitol, MoPac being built, plans for Austin, habitation patterns of Tonkawa, raiding Comanche, Mayors and Governors, Planners and Politicians and Players from LBJ to Waller and those Three Philosophers. Trains with tracks into the city center, street cars ditto, wide, planned Congress Avenue, Bars like Scholz’s Bier Garten. Murals, Cathedral of Junk, Stevie Ray Vaughn (now a statue on Lady Bird Lake) and we realized how much we loved Little Single Story Austin—unique, individual, eclectic, eccentric, artistic, articulate and cheekily deviant—not this highrise nightmare imposed upon the flatlands, obscuring our view of the Capitol. Linda brought out a birthday cake. We cheered/we ate. We laughed with goodwill about our town, our ghosts of Leslie, lost musicians, lone artist-poets. Streets change. Memories remain. 175 years. None of us can contain her. None of us wish to control or restrain her.GO AUSTIN GLOW! May EVERY day be your Best New (Re)Birth Day! (and Night,too!) HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!