Dear Editor, Whatever happened to the live music scene in Austin? East Sixth Street has become a joke with sleazy bars, and except for Stubb's, there is nothing worth going to east of Congress. Except for Jovita's, the Broken Spoke, Austin Music Hall, La Zona Rosa, Alligator, and the Saxon, the scene is dead. Oh yeah, there is the Cactus Cafe on campus, but try parking around the Drag without a sticker. Even the lame cover bands are gone from Austin, and instead there are hundreds of wannabe punkers playing their one note samba on Red River, in between stays at the Ranch and Austin State Hospital. OK, I know, Austin is wierd, and we now have Michael Ventura back in town from El Ay. Great. He can compete with Robert Rodriguez for the worst movie ever made (Dusk to Dawn versus Roadie) and bad wannabe punkers on meth. You want live music? Try San Marcos, Dallas, Fort Worth, San Antonio, because it sure ain't in Austin any more.
[Editor's note: Michael Ventura currently resides in Lubbock.]