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
It must be a millennial thing. Three people grace the cover of this month’s end-of-the-century issue. One of those three, Willie Nelson, has previously been on the cover of Texas Monthly three times (August 1976, May 1991, and April 1998). Also, the cover was shot in three
Forget the recipe secrets. What we want to know is how senior editor Patricia Sharpe—the Calista Flockhart of Texas Monthly—keeps her slender figure. For this month’s cover story on Mexican food (see “The Joy of Mex,”), Sharpe dined at more than 120 restaurants on both sides of the border,
Robert Clark has a soft spot in his heart for Odessa, the town that gave him the most important exposure of his career. Back in 1988, Clark quit his job at the Philadelphia Inquirer and sojourned in the West Texas city so that he could shoot the football players at
Sure, Steve Austin boasts an imposing nickname: Stone Cold. But what the World Wrestling Federation superstar doesn’t know is that Texas Monthly assistant editor John Spong, who profiled him for this year’s Texas Twenty, has a pretty impressive appellation of his own. During his days at Austin’s Westlake High
Bio hazard: Russell ran afoul of her subject.
WHEN BOB DAEMMRICH starts snapping pictures in the state capitol, lawmakers snap to attention. They know the 44-year-old photographer is after candid shots for Texas Monthly’s biennial rating of the state’s lawmakers (see “The Best and the Worst Legislators,”). Daemmrich, whose pictures frequently appear in Newsweek and Time, has
Who knew that it would be so hard to get pictures of George W. Bush as a child? Texas Monthly assistant art director Kathy Marcus surely didn’t, but she discovered the truth early on in the course of her photo research for this month’s special issue (see “Who Is George
RICHARD SPEEDY wasn’t planning on working last January when he took his fifth trip to Mexico’s Copper Canyon, but he happened to be on the same trek as senior editor Joe Nick Patoski, who needed someone to document his crossing of the vast and brutal expanse (see “Let’s Get
As the nation’s largest chain of natural and organic foods supermarkets, Austin-based Whole Foods Market is where the trendy buy such necessities as tea tree oil toothpaste. But now patrons no longer have to shop in person to make a statement. In late March WholeFoods.com opened for business, offering some
Charles Ommanney has seen more than his share of tragedy. A native of Great Britain who now calls Texas home, the 33-year-old photojournalist began his career as a war correspondent for the Times of London, photographing the fall of Communism in Eastern Europe, massacres in Rwanda, and destitute refugees in
Whitewater Texas is not a real estate scandal.
Jason Moran, Houston native and jazz pianist.
For this month’s special issue, twelve writers and five photographers took to the back roads of Texas in search of the things to do and places to go in the little towns of our vast state. All told, they covered more than 41,000 miles in 169 days, taking in everything
Texans (natives or onetime residents) have quite an impressive record when it comes to the Grammy awards. Most years we’ve practically dominated—big surprise—the country music category, but we chalked up our share of wins in other classes too. Here’s the score:• Total number of Grammys awarded to Texans from 1958
“When The Last Picture Show came out, everybody was talking about how bleak it all looked, but it just made me kind of homesick,” says Don Graham, who grew up in Collin County. It was 1971, and the then 31-year-old was living in Philadelphia and teaching a class on westerns
The Exum files: No one questions her drive.
Chris Roberts shoots for a new set of stars.
There’s nothing civil about the debate over The Civil War. Since the announcement in August that the musical re-creation of the War of Northern Aggression was Broadway bound next spring, critics have directed more than a few rebel yells at Houston’s Alley Theatre, where the production originated. As was the
Cypress swamps, Tex Ritter memorabilia—and a spot that spooked Spielberg.