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Moment of truth: During the South By Southwest festival last month, just before Guy Clark started into one of his most memorable songs, "Dublin Blues," the songwriter told a private gathering at Austin's Las Manitas Restaurant that this was the only song in the world where the lyrics didn't make sense. He then plucked the song's careful melody and moaned, "I wish I was in Austin/mmm-hmmm/In the Chili Parlor bar/Drinking Mad Dog margaritas and not wondering where you are."
Nanci Griffith--who joined Clark, Rodney Crowell, and David Ball in one monster of a songwriter showcase--leaned forward and sang harmony on the song, just as she had on Clark's original 1995 recording of the tune. When they finished, Griffith told a story about meeting Clark for a drink the previous evening at--where else?--Austin's Chili Parlor bar.
As the two sat there, Griffith noticed a wide-eyed couple staring at them. Finally, the young man approached them. "I can't believe you're here," he stuttered. He then explained that he and his wife were visiting from Wisconsin, and they had made the trip specifically because it was her birthday and because "Dublin Blues" was her favorite song. The man wanted to take her to Austin and to the Chili Parlor bar as a special way to celebrate.
When Griffith finished her tale, Clark said he had another story about the song. A good time after the Dublin Blues album had come out, Clark walked into the Chili Parlor bar. A female bartender approached him and asked, "Are you Guy Clark?" He told her that indeed he was. "You're the guy who wrote that song?" Again, he nodded yes. "You son of a bitch," she said. "We've had people coming in here from all over the world because of what you wrote. They order a Mad Dog margarita, they take a sip, and then they spit it out."
Turns out that Clark and his friends drank the Chili Parlor's Mad Dog margaritas because of their cheap price ($1.50), not because of their winning flavor. "They're made out of the cheapest, worst-tasting mescal you can get," Clark explained. "They really do taste like shit."
--Michael McCall