Posts Tagged ‘texas’
It wasn’t all that long ago when the guys in Hogpig were splitting time between two stellar North Texas bands: Little Grizzly, cut from nearly the same cloth as better-known neighbors Centro-matic, and the brilliantly silly B...
In his new book, Robb Walsh dispels many popular notions of cowboy cuisine, starting with the cowboys themselves.
Cookbooks still sell pretty well, but the business has changed mightily in recent years.
Fort Worth’s print artists from the first half of the 1900s are drawing the eye of art connoisseurs.
“Woman Combing Her Hair” by the late artist Bror Utter is a gothic hoot. It shows a seated woman combing her hair, looking at a large, severed hand and a tiny foot on a table in front of her, flanked by various kinds of bir...
As Big D designs itself into a cultural mecca, Fort Worth turns back the clock.
Fact: There are more important examples of Modernist and contemporary public architecture in Fort Worth — three — than in any other Texas city, possibly the entire Southwest: the Amon Carter Museum (Philip Johnson), the Kim...
Despite two fires and a burglary over the past several months, Fred’s Texas Café keeps on keepin’ on.
Is the governor auditioning for a new part?
Who was that guy standing on the dais in the Texas House of Representatives on Feb. 6, addressing a joint session of the Texas Legislature? The one with the Big Hair, delivering what was billed as the governor’s biennial “S...
Global warming comes to a garden, a stream, a statehouse near you.
You wouldn’t think that small things like begonias making it through the winter could have international significance.
The title of John Frost’s show at Gallery 414 doesn’t appear to have anything to do with Yeats’ “The Second Coming” (“Things fall apart; the center cannot hold; / Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world”).
The only thing bigger than the Trans-Texas Corridor may be the rebellion against it.
Four thousand miles of smooth blacktop. Six open lanes of road with never a traffic jam.
For several years now, I’ve been bitching about the way Texas Music evolved into a bunch of one-trick pony posers.