NOTES FROM A DOUG SAHM JOURNAL

Doug Sahm, 31-year-old musical soldier of fortune, sank back into a patch of crimson clover in a sun-dappled field in the secluded hills outside Austin, cradled a four-inch Texas Tamale in one hand and exhaled at length. “Brother, this it,” he half-choked on the smoke and waved a spidery arm at the woods around him.