Days of the Hocus
Sleazy Holly inspires a book that is sleazier.
Sleazy Holly inspires a book that is sleazier.
The modern realist’s motto is what you see is what you paint.
Hip Pocket Theater keeps taking on challenges it can’t meet.
Wide-open spaces and prairie madness make the special music of Lubbock.
That’s exactly what the Mexican government tries to do when journalists get out of hand.
Once a year the ghost of Charlie Parker reigns in a Dallas lounge.
Custom wedding photography by Robert Altman.
Of course there is. It’s real Mexican food, not Tex-Mex.
Music from the Dallas Symphony not to read Shakespeare by.
Good-bye to Main Street.
Emma Blue spins lovely wheels in muddy issues.
A little touch of Shakespeare in the heat.
For the Republicans this fall, it may be a trip to oblivion.
All his life, the son learned from the father, but the most important lesson came at the end.
“Make new friends, keep the old.” It’s not as easy as it sounds.
With feasts from the garden.
A look at Dallas Civic Opera’s Plato Karayanis, a man with a noble cause who’s selling tickets to a dream.
All you need to heat your home is a stove, firewood, and a match.
Sexual secrets in the Piney Woods.
From China, with kid gloves.
Soon it will be too late; the days of block parties and neighborhood stores are vanishing.
Theatrical families find a foster home at the Dallas Theater Center.
Lasers have been heralded as the greatest discovery since the computer, but they may be hazardous to your health.
At the Grapevine Opry the neighbors sing country music, and even your granny can have fun.
Remember the great campaign against drugs? Dueling enforcement agencies have turned it into a civil war.
How to lose you not-enough-jazz-in-Texas blues.
Who’ll Stop the Rain is like a stormy day—good for sleeping through.
If you live in Texas, here’s one fish story you can believe.
Bringing it all back home.
Bobby Baker tells all and then some.
The large art of the very small.
Most pop festivals have moved into stadiums, but this summer two Texas musical events blossomed in the great outdoors.
A motley crew of actors, writers, and musicians are creating the most talked-about theater in Austin.
If you’re going bald, their’s only thing to do: blame mother.
Grease is about appealing as its name implies.
When another farmer goes broke his neighbors thank God it wasn’t them; then they wonder when their turn is coming.
Once a year in Fayette County sauerkraut and sausage give way to classical music.
Stalking elusive birds and energy czars.
Max Apple’s oddball touches make a zany and endearing novel.
The future’s over, and the past has just begun
Maybe There’s no cure for insanity, but two new plays offer some provocative treatments.
Back in the forties Gatemouth Brown took Texas blues uptown,. Now he’s taking C&W to New Orleans.
A mother’s job offers no vacations, no holidays, and lousy pay, but it’s a noble profession.
So your kids struck out in baseball, tripped up in tap, and camp won’t take them back this summer? Try teaching them to cook.
When rusty Rose talks, people with money listen.
Mix together Scott Joplin, modern history, and the Prodigal Son and what do you get? A mess of pottage.
It’s a chicken coop. I built it myself.
Conducting the Houston Symphony, Lawrence Foster inspired respect. He didn’t know he needed love too.
The uselessness of college.
Riding a color merry-go-round with America’s first modern painters.