KISSES SWEETER THAN CACTUS
Austin has succeeded where the millennium failed ... N.Y. News, March 30, 1975 A few of the Ranch Hands are lighting up a joint behind the old corral. It’s just before their upcoming or at least forthcoming concert. This corral is a huge barn-like structure but it has never smelled of decaying hay or manure, just the equally piercing odors of beer and coke mildew on shag carpet.
KISSES SWEETER THAN CACTUS
LILY CUMQUAT
Austin has succeeded where the millennium failed ...
N.Y. News, March 30, 1975
A few of the Ranch Hands are lighting up a joint behind the old corral. It’s just before their upcoming or at least forthcoming concert. This corral is a huge barn-like structure but it has never smelled of decaying hay or manure, just the equally piercing odors of beer and coke mildew on shag carpet.
Its history began in the early 50s when it was built, hard wood panelled, trophied with the horns of various creatures, and red and gold wallpapered in the tradition of second rate ice cream parlors. When the asphalt parking lot was finished it became a western dance club officially called “The Corral.”
Then it was transformed during the psychedelic 60s into “The Yippie Corral.” After total bankruptcy, bombing attempts, and busts of most of the owners and their dealers, it was left to cobweb.
In the early 70’s the cobwebs were broomed down by a , loose group of folks called the cactus collective. They reopened it as “Way Out West.”