Lubbock

Tusk!

Mar 31, 2011 By Stephen Harrigan

For as long as I can remember, I've been fascinated by mammoths, those giant, prehistoric creatures that once roamed Texas. So I decided to go looking for them.

High Plains Snifter

Apr 30, 2009 By Katy Vine

After 118 years, Lubbock finally appears ready to allow liquor stores inside the city limits—unless a shutter salesman and a handful of Baptists can turn back the clock.

The Arsonist Wins

Feb 4, 2009 By Paul Burka

I can’t believe what I read in the clips this morning. The Senate doesn’t want to come up with $27 million to restore the 1856 Governor’s Mansion, one of the oldest surviving buildings west of the Mississippi. Have they lost their minds? What’s the alternative? Leave it as a charred…

The Night the Music Died

Feb 1, 2009 By Michael Hall

Fifty years ago, a plane carrying Buddy Holly crashed in a remote Iowa cornfield. This month, hundreds of fans will gather at the ballroom where he played his final show to sing, dance, and mourn the greatest rock star ever to come out of Texas.

Tom and Bingo’s Hickory Pit Bar-B-Que

May 21, 2008 By Texas Monthly

For more than fifty years, this boxy luncheonette has turned out sliced- and chopped-beef sandwiches as good as you’ll ever eat, plus smoked-ham sandwiches and smoked burgers. That’s all, but that’s enough. The brisket, cooked for sixteen to eighteen hours in a well-worn brick pit, is lean and succulent, with…

Dog of Love

Mar 31, 2008 By Jeff McCord

Like Joe Ely, Jo Carol Pierce grew up in the dusty vacuum of Lubbock, and though she was part of the town’s famed clique of talent, only in her late forties did she begin to take her writing seriously. She penned and performed Bad Girls Upset by the Truth,…

The Music Man

May 31, 2007 By Katy Vine

How Dirk Fowler became the state’s latest, greatest poster artist.

Joe Ely

Feb 1, 2007 By Evan Smith

“You feel like you’re passing through time, but you don’t really feel like you’re leaving any time behind. You’re kind of in the moment, because the wind’s in your face and there’s always another highway.”