You can do a simple google search of her name and find the first hit is NPR’s article, “Margaret Moser, Queen Of Austin, Is Dancing In The Light”.
She was the Dancing Queen of Austin and everything else listed above.
Margaret Moser, 63, gracefully passed away in her San Antonio home after a four-year dance with colon cancer. She will undoubtedly carry the legacy of being one of the most famed, female journalists in Texas history.
“A life writing about music wasn’t part of the plan, but then I’d had no plan. I had dropped out of high school, didn’t attend college, had no special training or talent for much, other than a knack for making a place for myself where places didn’t exist. I’ve long joked that I got in through the back door, so whenever I am let in through the front door, I run to the back to see who I can let in.”
An advocate for the Austin music scene, Moser served as a writer for the Austin Chronicle and show-runner for the Austin Music Awards. She thrived as a music junkie and the words she put onto paper exuded raw love and utter passion. Her actions were nothing less admirable. The Austin Chronicle writer, Kevin Curtin, wrote, “Her belief in people was a force of nature in Austin for more than 40 years.”
Moser manifested her affection towards music and music makers into fearlessly-crafted, uplifting sentences. She was the foster mother that cultivated some of Austin’s finest from the ground up.
The sense of timelessness you feel at a concert… Moser brought us there with the most authentic words imaginable. There was no “jargon”. Her writings allowed for anyone to be transported into a specific moment or experience.
“My friends and I reveled in the teenage innocence that allowed us to believe that peace and love – whatever those vague concepts entailed – could change the world. We really believed it, and rock & roll was such a powerful medium for this message that rock concerts seemed to become as much a vehicle for the exchange of these well-meaning but half-baked notions as it was for the performance of music.”
Moser wrote details out of a memorial and celebration of life and music to be held at Antone’s. Those two things, life and music, were one and the same to her.
Margaret and her beliefs in love and peace are survived by her mother, husband, and younger brothers Scott, Stephen, and Bill.
Music has no “expiration date”. Neither does words. Neither does love. Neither does peace.
Neither does Margaret Moser.