Who Were You Thinkin' Of?

Today "70s Saturday" takes a look at Tex-Mex. No, not burritos and enchilladas but the cantina-rock that really took hold in the 70s. One of the most famous figures of Tex-Mex was Doug Sahm who, in the 60s, founded the Sir Douglas Quintet. Many thought with a name like that the group was from Britian and while the name was chosen to cash in on the British invasion the group's members were from Texas and Mexico, including organist Augie Myers. Their memorable hit was She's About A Mover. This 60s clip is a hoot. Sahm sings and plays guitar.

The Quintet continued into the early 70s when they broke up. But in 1990 Doug and Augie formed what many refer to as a Tex-Mex Super group with Freddie Fender and Flaco Jimenez, the Texas Tornados. While this group began in the 90s, Doug Sahm had released albums as the Texas Tornados since the 70s. Here's a performace from the 1990s of one of my favourites: What Were You Thinking Of (When We Were Making Love)?

Sadly, Doug Sahm died in 1999 and fellow Tornado Freddie Fender passed away in 2006. But they left a lot of great music behind. Click on the links to learn more.

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