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El Parche

Hailed as the Jimi Hendrix of the accordion, Estéban 'Steve' Jordan is one bad-ass pachuco

By Michael Corcoran
Jul 26, 2001

When he walked onstage at the 20th anniversary of the Tejano Conjunto Festival in San Antonio's Rosedale Park in May, Estéban "Steve" Jordan was resplendent in a purple jumpsuit with gold buccaneer sleeves. But what stood out most was how frail the 62-year-old accordion legend looked. Like a skeleton clinging...
Ode to Billy Joe

Billy Joe Shaver has a stunning new album in stores. But he can't enjoy it.

By Michael Corcoran
Jun 14, 2001

When Billy Joe Shaver gives directions to his modest house on the outskirts of Waco, Texas, he says to disregard the handwritten sign on his front door. "Please do not disturb I haven't slept in two days," it says. "That's just so some ol' drunks don't come by at 5...
The Groover Is Gone

When they buried Doug Sahm, they buried Texas music

By Michael Corcoran
Dec 9, 1999

SAN ANTONIO -- The crowd was so large that about one-third of the estimated 1,000 mourners had to huddle around an underequipped Peavy speaker outside. But even more impressive than the large turnout at the November 23 funeral of Doug Sahm, who succumbed to heart disease five days earlier while...
MICHAEL JACKSON BROKE MY HEART

HE CHANGED HIS NOSE AND BLEACHED HIS SKIN. BUT WHEN HE CHANGE HIS MUSIC, HE WENT TOO FAR.

By Michael Corcoran
Jan 8, 1992

The night I attended my very first concert, Led Zeppelin was playing in town. That's where all my friends were, bathed in marijuana smoke and ten-minute guitar solos. The next day, they bragged about how great the concert was, and when they saw I didn't care, they added that a...
A HERO'S HEROESHOW STEVIE RAY ONCE EXPLAINED THE WAY HE LOVED GUITARISTS

By Michael Corcoran
Dec 4, 1991

In Dallas two weeks ago, a couple from Finland stood silently at the grave of guitarist Stevie Ray Vaughan. After 20 minutes or so, the Finnish man reached into his pocket and walked to the tombstone. He took something out and clicked it across the letters in the name, then...

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