Bullock Texas State History Museum
Dope Freak Saloon
RECEIVED Sat., May 26, 2007
Dear Mr. Editor,
I truly enjoyed reading your recently published piece titled "If You're a Viper" by Margaret Moser [Music, May 25]. The photo accompanying that article of Doug Sahm puffing on a big fat Juan just uphill from the old Soap Creek Saloon reminded me of why we used to call that place the Dope Freak Saloon back then. My band the Uranium Savages played SCS a lot back in the middle and late Seventies, and I remember many times out behind the place and smoking with Doug. More than once, I remember him being back there smoking two reefers by himself, one in each hand, savoring one flavor, then the other. I've never seen anyone else smoke two reefers alone at the same time since then. Truly, Doug was a hippie of the old school.
Also, I give kudos to Ms. Moser for bringing up the name of the infamous Mezz Mezzrow, who followed the trail of pot and jazz during the 1920s and 1930s from New Orleans to Chicago to New York City and the Cotton Club scene. Anyone who wants to know about that period, drugs and all, should read his biography titled Really the Blues.
Again, many thanks for publishing a swell article.
I truly enjoyed reading your recently published piece titled "If You're a Viper" by Margaret Moser [Music, May 25]. The photo accompanying that article of Doug Sahm puffing on a big fat Juan just uphill from the old Soap Creek Saloon reminded me of why we used to call that place the Dope Freak Saloon back then. My band the Uranium Savages played SCS a lot back in the middle and late Seventies, and I remember many times out behind the place and smoking with Doug. More than once, I remember him being back there smoking two reefers by himself, one in each hand, savoring one flavor, then the other. I've never seen anyone else smoke two reefers alone at the same time since then. Truly, Doug was a hippie of the old school.
Also, I give kudos to Ms. Moser for bringing up the name of the infamous Mezz Mezzrow, who followed the trail of pot and jazz during the 1920s and 1930s from New Orleans to Chicago to New York City and the Cotton Club scene. Anyone who wants to know about that period, drugs and all, should read his biography titled Really the Blues.
Again, many thanks for publishing a swell article.
Your pal,
Artly Snuff
Artly Snuff
