| 10/04/09 12:03 AM |
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Lindy Clarke (Hall)
Art Wren's was a melting pot of the Montrose & Heights folks, and really all over Houston, because it was 24hrs... we had the gays, the bikers, the artists, and ordinary semi-hippie people (like me) that just happened to be night-owls. Often it was the last stop of an evening, but just as often, we went there just to go there only. They served food (nothing fancy, but quite good actually), and after eating, everyone just kept drinking coffee for many hours afterward. Everyone got along. I don't think I ever saw a fight... it was kinda sweet seeing the bikers being friendly with gays and everyone. Everyone was tolerant and appreciative of each other. People would write little poems, or do little sketches, and pass them around for admiration (my friend still has a few of them). If you had a booth, which we always did, as the place filled up, total strangers would ask to sit your booth, sometimes squished in, if there was room, and it was a generally accepted procedure/phenomenon. I've hung out at clubs, restaurants & coffee-shops in several cities, and never experienced a more complete feeling of comraderie, with many people I didn't know. Everyone was part of the whole group. The flaming gays were loved by all, the more flaming the better. The bikers were loved by all. No-one was ever shy... "Hi, what's your name?" was never awkward, it was like a "welcome". Yes, it was the hippie days of peace & love, and at Art Wren's, that feeling permeated everyone.
I don't recall sitting on stools at the Enchanted Cup, although that is starting to sound right. Perhaps they had a mixture of chairs & stools. My dad was divorced at that time, and usually ate out at restaurants. One night it might be Prince's, and the next at Chez Orleans or Sonny Look's or Red Lion... and I was lucky enough to get to go, quite often. I only went to Munchie's maybe 2-3 times... it was nice, but hazy to me now. Often went to that 24hr grocery store near Richmond & Dunlavy.... and a brkfst/coffee shop on Alabama near Garrett.
It's funny how hard it is to fit the jigsaw pieces of memories together. So many tidbits that are puzzling. Houston (& Austin) have changed so much... those of us with memories of the 60's and early 70's, drive around and everything has changed. I presume you know we have trains that run down Main Street now... and very few stores are on Main Street. You said you played at Munchie's... there are so many clubs now that have jam & open mic nights... and there are lots of older "musician's musicians"... you'd love it.
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