Sam Morrow Makes His Mark At The Saxon Pub In Austin

It’s a chaotic scene as the evening band breaks down their equipment, like the dozens of flashing signs and reflective traffic cones blocking what once was a short drive across Lady Bird Lake in downtown Austin.

Dizzy patrons shake my barstool like a rickety amusement park ride, their voices like a bachelorette party amongst the clattering glass bottles being mercilessly tossed away.

A backlit poster of Willie Nelson greets everyone as they enter the Saxon Pub, an Iconic listening room that survived the condo boom on South Lamar. There’s a mass exodus between each performance, a new cover charge enacted for each act. Bar tabs fly across the service stage as new arrivals dash for one of the closest tables.