Texas Monthly

1 month ago | texasmonthly.com | John Spong

When Larry Gatlin first moved to Nashville, in 1971, he was fresh off a job waiting tables at a Steak and Ale outside Houston, a young unknown songwriter thrilled just be in the presence of heroes like Roger Miller, Mickey Newbury, and Willie Nelson. But as big as his dreams were, his clear, rich tenor voice was even bigger.

1 month ago | texasmonthly.com | Ross McCammon

There are approximately 42 Emilys who work at Texas Monthly. People get exasperated around here when you say just “Emily.” Which one? For the sake of clarity, the Emilys tend to be referred to by their last names. I mentioned one in last month’s letter: McCullar, senior writer. And I’m mentioning another this month: Kimbro, creative director and the force behind our cover designs. I stared at the image on our March cover for a long, long time.

1 month ago | texasmonthly.com | John Spong

Adrian Quesada is one of those people who doesn’t much like to sit still, at least not artistically. When he encounters something he digs, be it a song or a musical style, he likes to take it apart, to find out how its pieces fit, to learn about its influences and antecedents. When he was growing up in Laredo, traditional Mexican music was everywhere, and when he started playing guitar in his early teens, he initially studied flamenco.

1 month ago | texasmonthly.com | Forrest Wilder

Bianca Sicich isn’t ready to let go of the prairie just yet. It’s the last Friday of February, the first green shoots of spring emerging from the overwintering tall grass, and she’s up early to volunteer at the Attwater Prairie Chicken National Wildlife Refuge, a 10,500-acre preserve sixty miles west of Houston. This morning, she’s literally counting chickens. She’s helping conduct the annual population survey of the Attwater’s prairie chicken, an extremely endangered species.

1 month ago | texasmonthly.com | Forrest Wilder

Bianca Sicich isn’t ready to let go of the prairie just yet. It’s the last Friday of February, the first green shoots of spring emerging from the overwintering tall grass, and she’s up early to volunteer at the Attwater Prairie Chicken National Wildlife Refuge, a 10,500-acre preserve sixty miles west of Houston. This morning, she’s literally counting chickens. She’s helping conduct the annual population survey of the Attwater’s prairie chicken, an extremely endangered species.