Dear Editor, I first visited Austin in the summer of 1972. [I] [w]as here for UT orientation. At the time, the drinking age was still 21. It would drop to 18 when I actually entered college later that year, get raised to 19 when I was 19, and finally go back to 21 after I was 21. Weird. But that summer it was still 21 ... and my friend [and I] wanted to go get beer and figured if we went far enough away from campus, we might not get carded. 38th 1/2 and I-35 was far enough at the time, where a little dive had no problem serving us. There was a band playing consisting of old geezers. The violinist was double-puffing unfiltered Camels and had a nose red enough to be Rudolph. The singer yodeled. Yodeled!! And, well, a good time was had by all. So my introduction to the Austin music scene was with nothing less than Kenneth Threadgill.