Ah, Fat! by Manuel Gonzales
Because of Lolita, I was unable to read the book I should have read for this issue; because of Lolita, I tossed and turned in my sleep at night, ate poorly, and wrote worse; because of Lolita, I've burned everything I've written -- my manuscripts, my copies of stories unfinished and now unfinish-able. Who could expect such a lyrical and comical and heartbreaking prose style from a Russian writing in his second, maybe even third language.
Coffeehouse Art...Part 2? by Maria Rios
I'm straying away from the coffeehouse scene to wallow in guilt and shame before a cup of the store-bought variety to be enjoyed at home, where the walls are tastefully blank, the color of an aesthetic begotten by poverty.
Digging Up the Bones by Michael Glazner
Don't steal another group's identity because you feel you don't have one -- and don't borrow it either. Find your own bones, your own roots, and cover them with your own skin.
Local Flavor Adds More Than Spice to Austin by Allyson Lipkin
Are you a musician looking for good resources? Step into Sue's storefront and she'll talk you "blue" about the deep blues scene that is still a thriving Texas tradition.
Music in Austin: the Shape of Things to Come by Paul Klemperer
Austin of the last three or four decades had a closer-knit live music scene, where people shared musical ideas, and older players naturally passed their experience on down the line to the younger players coming up the ranks.
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