SOMETIME BETWEEN THE involuntary hip spasms brought on by Congolese singer Ricardo Lemvo’s soukous band as I nibbled on fried bananas and the melancholy induced by Irish folk-rocker Paul Brady’s antihero anthem “Nobody Knows” as I wolfed down fish and chips, the full scope and substance of the Houston International Festival hit me. I also had the option of hearing other musicians from the “spotlight nation” of Ireland, such as the earthy-yet-ethereal jam band Kila, as well as Ghanaian master drummer Obo Addy and the band Kukudru. I saw American music icons like bluegrass patriarch Ralph Stanley and Texans like Houston boogie-blues guitarist Texas Johnny Brown. Former Texan Lucinda Williams performed songs from her then-unreleased Essence, and British folk-rocker Richard Thompson played a rare solo acoustic set.
Over two weekends last April, the HIF ran from noon to eight on eight downtown stages surrounded by food booths ranging from “Texas traditional” (funnel cakes) to “Houston ethnic” (Jamaican jerk chicken) and crafts vendors from Africa to the Caribbean. World-class dance companies, street-theater troupes, and children’s entertainers rounded out the bill. The festival drew sizable crowds without being uncomfortably packed, and the audience—decked out in Malaysian sarongs, Indian saris, African dashikis, and skate-punk shorts—was a show in itself.
So I have no trouble touting this year’s festival, which runs during the last two weekends in April and features France as the spotlight nation. The HIF has become one of the premier musical events in the state. Artistically, there’s nothing else like it hereabouts, though the annual Tejano Conjunto Festival in San Antonio does an exemplary job of presenting the genre’s music, and that city’s yearly Texas Folklife Festival offers the full range of ethnic sounds indigenous to the state (but doesn’t feature touring international stars). According to the International Festivals and Events Association, the HIF is the best-attended performing-arts show in the nation and ranks with the Edinburgh International Festival in Scotland and the Salzburg International Festival in Austria. The HIF is the place to hear music, both exotic and accessible, that you’re not likely to find anywhere else, all at decidedly low-risk prices (daily tickets are $8 in advance, $10 at the door; children under ten are free).
To most of the world, Houston’s image has been shaped by oil, urban cowboys, and now Enron, but even some locals don’t realize that America’s fourth-largest city is one of its most international. That multicultural flavor was the first thing HIF president Jim Austin noticed in 1986 when he took over the financially troubled Houston Festival, as it was then called, the city’s annual arts and crafts celebration. Austin, a native of Memphis, Tennessee, and a “so-so” guitarist with a doctorate in philosophy from Oxford University, had learned the civic-festival business while working for Memphis in May, a yearly music blowout and barbecue cookoff. “The celebrations that are successful, like New Orleans Jazz and Heritage, share a common characteristic in that they celebrate something indigenous to the city, something that’s the heart and soul of the city,” he explains. “When you come into Houston from the outside and look at it with fresh eyes, the obvious thing is that it’s such an international culture.”
At 56 years old, Austin is a child of the sixties, firm in his belief that music can be not only entertainment but also a cerebral, spiritual, and unifying force. For him, that originally meant Bob Dylan, Jimi Hendrix, the Beatles, and the Stones, but when he was