Estranged Bedfellows
The politics and semantics of the Mosbacher divorce.
The politics and semantics of the Mosbacher divorce.
Perhaps he heard a voice whisper, “If they build it, you will come.” Whatever the reason, contributing editor John Morthland was happy to spend much of the early part of the year visiting the state’s new minor league baseball diamonds for this month’s guide to the eight Texas teams in
Panama’s deposed dictator Manuel Noriega has disappeared from the world’s radar screen, but Austin’s Lawrence Wright shines a klieg light on the despot’s bizarre tenure in God’s Favorite: A Novel (Simon and Schuster). The former Texas Monthly contributing editor brilliantly fictionalizes Noriega’s fall from grace, complete with chilling depictions of
FOR THE BRIEFEST OF MOMENTS in Shrub: The Short But Happy Political Life of George W. Bush (Random House), the authors allow that political expediency is not George W. Bush’s sole call to arms. Witness his aggressive pursuit of a school funding initiative. That moment aside, Fort Worth Star-Telegram columnist
HAVING MADE HIS NAME AS A producer, Austin’s Gurf Morlix has finally stepped up to the plate with his solo debut. These eleven originals reflect the music of the artists he’s worked with (Lucinda Williams, Jimmie Dale Gilmore, Robert Earl Keen) and the influence of his Southern California cronies Dave
TAKE A LANKY 22-year-old kid in a cowboy hat who cites Flaco Jiménez and Myron Floren as major influences alongside Hank Williams, Garth Brooks, and George Strait, and you just know there’s a whole lotta polka in his country soul. And that’s precisely what Chris Rybak’s self-titled CD is all
HEARD OF BOB DOROUGH? The former Plainview resident’s early work never caught on with the record-buying public, yet many unsuspecting fans know him as the anonymous voice behind such animated Schoolhouse Rock vignettes as “Three Is a Magic Number.” Too Much Coffee Man, Dorough’s sophomore effort in his late-in-life jazz
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EVER SINCE SISTER SEVEN moved from Dallas to Austin in 1991 and became one of Texas’ most consistently popular and hardest-touring bands, their curse has been that of every post-Dead “jam” band: great improvisational players don’t often fare well in sterile studios, and rubbery funk grooves rarely add up to
The Log of a Cowboy.
Oh, Canada: You've taken film business away from Texas. Can an Austin soundstage get it back?
The longtime impresario of the coolest chain of nightlife spots in Texas remembers well what it was like to be a Cellar dweller. Me too.
A Houston native who keeps score.
A tip of the hat to Tom Landry.
How the Stubb's barbecue empire outlasted the death of its namesake—and proved that spice guys sometimes finish first.
Rashard Lewis may have left his Texas hometown for the NBA at a frighteningly young age, but he's no Leon Smith.
HI, SAYLOR Austin’s grisly past.IN AUSTIN IN 1885 the talk of the town was the series of unsolved ax murders of eight people — most of them maids or young mothers — by unknown fiends who were dubbed the Servant Girl Annihilators. Today Steven Saylor’s fictional take on the crimes
Fresh from a victory tour of the film festival circuit, UT's Paul Stekler is ready for action. And lights. And camera.
CDs by Adolph Hofner and the Pearl Wranglers, Sister Seven, and Bob Dorough.
Reclaiming George W. Bush.
How Nolan and Reid Ryan are Expressing themselves in Round Rock.
Meet eight Texas teams that are bringing America's pastimethe gimmicky, anything-goes minor league versionto a stadium near you.
For Tom Cherry, the precise place where loyalty to his dad ends and a larger obligation to society begins lies deep in the woods of East Texas, at the intersection of history and conscience, where the truth about a church bombing during the struggle for civil rights in the South
From the fabulous, furry Gilbert Shelton to the hypercaffeinated Shannon Wheeler, these celebrated Texas cartoonists will surely draw you in.
You get a spicy stir-fry; Dallas' Abacus gets your gratitude. Call it a squid pro quo.
The richest man ever tried for murder has found the Lord, along with a new career peddling hand cream. Are you buying the latest incarnation of Cullen Davis?
At Austin’s High-tech Happy Hour, the schmoozing and boozing is about finding your next job. And, maybe, landing a cute millionaire.
Corporate generosity.
When an entrepreneur approaches me to invest in a high-tech start-up, I ask lots of questions: What is the idea? What market is it aimed at? If I’m not interested, I say, “Thank you very much,” and think of other investors to send them to. If I’m interested, the
P/E ABCs.
Reinventing Jack Kilby.
Texas techies are underpaid.
Booking a hotel reservation online? Before you check in, check out what John Davis III has done to make it possible.
A company volleyball court, $1.7 billion in projected sales, and other ways Max Watson is transforming BMC Software.
High-tech philanthropy comes of age.
How Sanderson, Hamilton, and other small communities are plugging into the high-tech boom.
The husband-and-wife co-founders of garden.com dish the dirt on their IPO.
Three cheers for twenty Texas Web sites where the buys are.
They do more than just build companies: Meet the power players of Texas high tech.
Over the past decade, Ian Moore has done everything a young Austin guitarist is supposed to do: he apprenticed in Joe Ely’s band, jammed at Antone’s with Double Trouble, toured with ZZ Top, and closed sets by showboating all over Freddie King’s “Me And My Guitar.” Now, like Charlie Sexton
Clever lads, these Austin boys called Dynamite Hack. On their debut CD, Superfast, they lift the street thugga lyrics from Eazy-E and Ice Cube’s “Boyz-N-The Hood,” rework them with breathy, sensitive vocals and folk-rock instrumentation, and wrap the whole thing up with a musical nod to the Beatles’ “Blackbird.” Voila!
From the album title, one might assume this is the work of an eccentric yet likable wizard. That would be right. Part one-man band, part ringmaster commanding more than a dozen musicians, Halverson stirs up a concoction of blues, gospel, and psychedelia, all held together by his band, the Robinson
There’s little about the Hollisters that’s truly original, but their smooth mix of classic country, rockabilly, southern rock, and a dash of folk-rock is indeed inspired. between Mike Barfield’s fluttering baritone vocals and Eric Danheim’s twanging, country-boogie guitar, the Houston quartet often sounds like a Johnny Cash tribute band, but
Austinite Neal Barrett, Jr., sat down to write a crime novel and mayhem broke out. Interstate Dreams (Mojo Press) — a rollicking caper with a metaphysical twang — could use a little more starch, but it compensates with ace storytelling and charmingly oddball characters. Take Dreamer, the war vet with
A shallow grave on the outskirts of San Antonio yields the body of a fourteen-year-old girl — and Herbie, her beloved stuffed dog. What kind of killer buries his victim with her childhood play-pretty? Jay Brandon’s AfterImage stacks puzzle upon puzzle to build an expertly crafted thriller on the life
An exclusive excerpt from Stephen Harrigan's eagerly awaited novel.
What two college track coaches in Houston are teaching speedsters thereand everywhereabout going for Olympic gold.
Life and death at Texas A&M.
Is the Department of Public Safety racist? Lets look under the hoods.
What chewable confection did Santa Anna help invent?