From Pecos Bill to nightclub comics, we’ve got lots to laugh about.
Conquering Arlington’s Texas Giant.
Benito Huerta reconciles the religious and the worldly in powerfuul new works at Houston’s Contemporary Arts Museum.
Three new books deliver sordid stories of drugged-up cops, kinky murderers, and a real-life drug kingpin.
Robert A. Caro has spent fifteen years writing his monumental biography of Lyndon Johnson. He is halfway through.
The bands play on and on and on in Austin.
Locked away in NASA’s storage vaults was some of the most glorious footage ever filmed. I thought turning it into a movie would be a snap. Ten years later I’ve revised my opinion.
Memories of the filming of ‘Giant’ in Marfa, as recalled by a fan who had the best seat in the house.
Well-shod supermodel Fay Ray steps out in true Texas style.
Cycling a hundred miles is a hard enough way to spend a Saturday. It’s even harder in Wichita Falls in August.
FYI: The Houston Post’s new society sleuth has great connections, a phone in her purse, and the complete attention of Houston’s haut monde.
How did shy, sweet Edie Brickell become America’s hottest new performer? By sticking to her vision —and doing what the record company told her.
Heroes in the shade.
Johnny Chan became a champion through nerve and dedication—and every now and then a few good hands.
The unlikely twosome of eccentric rocker Doug Sahm and blues champion Clifford Antone has rescued from obscurity a distinctively rhythmic, indisputably raunchy regional sound.
In Joe Scruggs’s music Everymom evicts under-the-bed monsters, Everykid remembers on Monday morning the fifteen things he needs for school that day, and Everybody delights in Scruggs’s corny but sensitive portrayal of childhood.
Looking forward to Jerry Jeff Walker’s second Luckenbach, looking into a new way to settle feuds, and looking back over the career of Texas’ most prolific unknown author.
Heloise, America’s best-known homemaker, has a dirty little secret: she hates to clean house. If you hate it too, she’s convinced that you need her more than ever.
Not your run-of-the-mill pickers and singers, these performers are determined to carve out new territory.
As Nashville pandered to the lowest common denominator, Texans found a new audience hungry for old traditions.
In the small world of country’s New Traditionalism, George Strait and Steve Earle still manage to be worlds apart.
As much as I hated playing football, I hate watching it more.
Willie Nelson’s Fourth of July Picnic at Carl’s Corner was the picnic to end all picnics. It did just that.
Get hip to zydeco, the born-on-the-bayou sound with the accordion accent. Ready for it red hot? Check out a Saturday-night church dance in Houston.
A salute to Texas athletes trying young: seven hearts set on the Summer Olympics.
In which the author becomes a star—for three seconds.
The tenth anniversary of the most popular nighttime series begs the question. How long can the Ewing’s doings hold are attention?
Willie Nelson’s true love may have a body that’s worse for the wear, but woe to the man who tries to pick it up.
Small Texas towns live either in our memory or in our imagination. The ones with the storybook names live in both.
By turning two tiny dots into two huge hippos, James Marshall made an indelible mark on children’s literature, and little people laughed happily ever after.
San Antonio put a full-court press on basketball superstar David Robinson in hopes that he wouldn’t forget the Alamo City.
The Hollywood epics have left Texas, to be replaced by miniatures like ‘Nadine.’
We have seen the future of Dallas nightlife, and it is called Dallas Alley.
When he played for the Dallas Cowboys, Hollywood Henderson had everything. Here he tells how he lost it.
On the eve of the 1964 national elections, Texas historian J. Evetts Haley published a scathing attack on President Lyndon B. Johnson. The book sold seven million copies, but Johnson still won the race.
All boxers are wary in the ring, where defeat is only a well-placed punch away. But Donald Curry knows that the real terrors of boxing lie beyond the ropes.
He was one tycoon who enjoyed the hell out of his money.
Once San Antonio’s elite took pride in their support of the city’s fine symphony. When the cream of that elite, the Symphony Society board, abruptly canceled the upcoming season, it was time for some soul-searching
The Menil Collection has received so much attention that its opening this month may seem anticlimactic. The only unknown is what the director plans to do with it all.
In the late seventies, celebrated pianist Van Cliburn inexplicably disappeared from public life. No tortured artist in hiding, Cliburn is having the time of his life sitting around his Fort Worth mansion in his bathrobe.
He was the definitive Davy Crockett, and with good reason.
Belonging to this literary club is a lot like becoming a Texan; you can be a newcomer for only so long.
A museum in Texas is the last place Jacques-Louis David would expect to find his late masterpiece, but we’re glad it’s here.
Cambodian Lay Bun Sun escaped the terrors of the Khmer Rouge to film his dreams in Houston.
The state fair’s Comet: will it rust in peace?.
The most important new addition to the Dallas Cowboys is a veteran from the team’s early years —computer genius Salam Qureishi.
Thank God I’m sort of a grown-up.
North Texas bands face a tough choice: living to make music or making music for a living.
Larry Buchanan made movies that were so cheap, so incredibly flawed, and so dumb, they’re lovingly celebrated as the worst movies ever made. And he made them all in Dallas.
With dogged independence, amazing endurance, and a rugged romantic vision, photographer Laura Gilpin helped create the way we see the West today.