|  The only poster that I ever did for Soap 
                    Creek Saloon, began with the bad news that the 
                    venerable “Honky-tonk in the Hills” was being 
                    forced out of its rustic and remote location in the wooded 
                    hills off Bee Caves Road to the west of town. I desperately 
                    desired to do at least one bill before it left. George 
                    and Carolyn Majewski were the proprietors and when 
                    I approached Carlyn she initially declined, citing the exclusive 
                    arrangement that they had with Kerry Fitzgerald, aka 
                    Kerry Awn. Kerry had produced signature calendars 
                    for the club and would continue to do so in new locations 
                    at the old Skyline Club in north Austin 
                    and later at Academy and Congress, south of the fiver. After 
                    assuring her that I merely wanted to do this one bill as homage 
                    to the venue, she agreed to let me do it. Also, I offered 
                    to do it free of charge. And what you see here is the result. 
                    Joe Ely’s career was just beginning 
                    when he did this gig at Soap Creek. The image that you see 
                    here is that of a very young and recent expatriate from Lubbock. 
                    Austin in the 1970s provided a haven and refuge for all the 
                    counter-culture types and artists who found no acceptance 
                    or outright hostility to their presence in communities across 
                    the state that culturally and socially were very traditional 
                    and typically, very intolerant of those who deviated from 
                    the norm. It seemed as though every city and region across 
                    the Lone Star State had an embassy or consulate here, and 
                    Lubbock was a prime example of this. Two of Joe’s colleagues 
                    who had been with him in Lubbock’s Flatlanders, 
                    Butch Hancock and Jimmie Dale Gilmore 
                    were shortly to follow. Over the years they would establish 
                    their own musical reputations, with all three destined to 
                    reincarnate back into that band after the century passed. 
                    These performances in early 1979, were with Joe’s original 
                    band and featured guitarist Jesse 'Guitar' Taylor 
                    and the incredible petal-steel of Lloyd Maines, 
                    destined to be the father of Natalie Maines, 
                    of Dixie Chicks fame. All of that 
                    belonged to another millennium and a much-different Austin 
                    when the new band from Lubbock took the stage for their first 
                    Austin gig on that cold clear night in 1979 to delineate the 
                    new direction that the “progressive Country” sound, 
                    pioneered in this city, was to take. It was a powerful show, 
                    with Doug Sahm joining Joe after midnight, 
                    joined by Augie Meyers a bit later. The jam went on until 
                    3 am.   Before it was Soap Creek Saloon, the rustic single-story 
                    board-and-batten building was the home of the Rolling 
                    Hills Country Club, a short-lived venue that 
                    had sought to transform itself from a wooded beer joint into 
                    a showcase for the Austin sound of the 70s. That it was to 
                    become, though not until the Majewskis made it happen under 
                    the Soap Creek banner. In the later years of that decade, 
                    the capitol city of Texas was still a small city, with the 
                    musical and counter-cultural communities a small town within 
                    it. Bee Caves Road was then a rural lane cutting through the 
                    cedar breaks, providing a bypass around Oak Hill to Lake Travis 
                    and Hwy 71; from its reaches a winding unpaved road snaked 
                    away to this secluded road house. In rainy weather it became 
                    a soup of mud and limestone, deeply rutted and often impassable. 
                    Alchemies of sound were performed there and it stands as a 
                    founding venue and one of the seminal sources of Austin’s 
                    musical treasure. 
 
 
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