Selena: Como la Flor – now an audiobook and ebook

My biography of Selena Quintanilla Perez, the Queen of Tejano Music, is now available as an audio book on Audible

and on Amazon and iTunes

and as a Kindle ebook.


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The Silver Slipper in Houston

Experience One of the Best Live Music Scenes in Texas at Houston’s Silver Slipper

Get back to your roots at this timeless R&B nightclub

Written by Joe Nick Patoski. Photographs by Darren Carroll.

My story in the September issue of Texas Highways magazine about the Silver Slipper, where every Saturday night, Houston’s Rhythm n Blues legacy is celebrated by Curley Cormier and his band, The Gladiators, along with guest singers, and all the club’s patrons. Darren Carroll captured the spirit of place in his photographs.

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Electric Fetus looking back


Early days at the Electric Fetus: fuzzy memories and ‘rock criticism taken to the extreme’


Shopping for records
Customers at The Electric Fetus in Minneapolis browse for new music. (MPR Photo/Nikki Tundel)
I was the third record buyer for the Electric Fetus, back in 1972-’73. I got the gig at the recommendation of the second record buyer, Jim Gillespie, back when the Electric Fetus was on the West Bank. Jim was something of a mentor, as a music critic for the University’s Minnesota Daily, and as the record guy at the Fetus. His written reviews were wandering narratives with surprise endings that sometimes had nothing to do with the record at all, in the grand style of Lester Bangs and R. Meltzer. Behind the counter, he may as well have served as inspiration for that Jack Black character in the film High Fidelity. If you bought a record at the Fetus, you had to pass muster. Jim would signal approval with a raised eyebrow or half-smile, or give a thumbs-down with a nasty bad-taste-in-mouth grimace. This was not the typical buyer-seller transaction, but rather rock criticism taken to the extreme. I distinctly remember feeling immense relief when I purchased Bob Dylan’s Self Portrait, Van Morrison’s Moondance, the Allman Brothers Band, and Leon Russell in one fell swoop and Jim gave me the raised eyebrow and the ever-so-slightest semblance of an approving grin. I will admit to passing judgment on customers in a similar manner sometimes when I first stood behind the counter, but I quickly learned I was no Jim Gillespie. By the time I’d left a year later, I concluded a thumb’s up or thumb’s down at the cash register might not be the best way to maintain good customer relations.

Working at the Fetus allowed me to quit my ice cream truck gig and launch my so-called writing career. Rolling Stone magazine, the music bible, was sold at the store, and I read it religiously. I added Creem magazine at the suggestion of a distributor. Whenever there was downtime at the store, I was either listening to all the new music I cared to listen to or was reading about it. On a lark, I sent in an unsolicited review to Creem of the Sir Douglas Quintet’s Rough Edges, a quickie release by Mercury Records meant to capitalize on Doug Sahm’s Atlantic album for Jerry Wexler, which featured Bob Dylan. My review deemed the duct-taped compilation superior to the much greater hyped Atlantic product. A few weeks later, I received a check for $30 and a letter from Lester Bangs egging me on to write more. That, and snow in early May, prompted me to go back to Texas, to Austin, to write about music, which I’ve been able to do.

Memories of my days at the Electric Fetus are appropriately fuzzy: Danny and Keith, the elders; Dean, the cheery floor manager; Bob and Debby working the Other Side; Nancy the administrator watching the Watergate hearings on a tiny black-and-white TV down in the basement; the transcendent day Stevie Wonder’s Talking Book was released; discovering the wonderful world of cut-outs; getting to know Dougie at Select-o-Rax and the other record wholesalers sales people; exchanging ideas with Vern from Oar Folkjokeopus and folks from all the other indie record stores around the Twin Cities; being a willing guinea pig to consumer road test hash oil pipes for the Fetus sales reps who worked the Upper Midwest; hanging out at Keith’s farm up in the lake country (OK, that’s a joke; all of Minnesota is lake country); witnessing friend-of-the-Fetus Dave Snaker Ray playing deep Delta blues at the store’s fifth birthday; tackling my first shoplifter. I remember a whole lot, actually, considering my tenure was brief.

My successor, Bill Wade, was more stable. He put in more than 40 years at the Fetus.

I’ve been back three times. In 1981, the band I managed at the time, Joe “King” Carrasco and the Crowns, played Minneapolis and I dropped by, just as I did last summer. In 2008, I did a talk and signing at the store for the Willie Nelson biography I wrote, and had a moment. As I walked inside the door, I caught a big whiff of Nag Champa incense, that distinctive dank patchouli scent, and I got all weepy. “It still smells the same!” I said, surprised that I felt so emotional. The record department manager told me he didn’t even notice the smell anymore unless he goes on vacation and is away from the store for at least a week.

So I’m returning to the North Country for the Big Five-Oh, even though I won’t know or recognize all but about five people. I’m going to be staying with Jim Gillespie and his family and hopefully go with him to First Avenue and to the gathering for past and present staffers. Showing up is the best way I can express my gratitude. Working at the Electric Fetus really was one of those “best job I ever had” kind of deals. I’m coming back because it’s where I really learned about music. And I’m coming back because I want to know if it still smells the same.

Joe Nick Patoski is the author of biographies about Willie Nelson, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Selena, and the Dallas Cowboys, and the director of the music film documentary Sir Doug & The Genuine Texas Cosmic Groove. He is host of the Texas Music Hour of Power 7-9 central Saturday nights on Marfa Public Radio.

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  • Interview with Electric Fetus co-founder Ron Korsh In 1968, Ron Korsh co-founded the Electric Fetus with his friend Dan Foley. The Current recently caught up with Korsh at his home in Washington, D.C. Among several interesting facts and recollections, Korsh talks about the inspiration for the name ‘Electric Fetus,’ about what made him leave retail for architecture, and how – coincidentally – how he designed the house where drummer Bobby Z now lives.

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  • More than musicThe incense selection at the Electric Fetus (MPR Photo/Nikki Tundel)
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Willis Alan Ramsey in NPR Music


The Follow-Up
The price of perfection is cheap, if that’s all you spend your money on.
April 9, 20186:01 AM ET



He walked into the restaurant with the pronounced limp of an old warrior, which he attributed to a bad back, and mentioned a history of self–medication with alcohol. A friend had given him a blister pack of steroids and a prescriptive anti-inflammatory that he examined as he slid into a booth at Threadgill’s in south Austin, Texas. The thick head of hair had turned gray and the sloe-eyes drooped a little more. But that infectious smile remained, same as ever.

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Margaret Moser, Queen of Austin, Is Dancing In The Light

Here’s a story I wrote about my friend Margaret Moser for The Record: Music News from National Public Radio


June 18 was the beginning of a weeklong Open House at Tex Pop, the South Texas Museum of Popular Culture — a storefront wedged between a head shop and convenience store in an aging strip center at the corner of Margaret and Mulberry in San Antonio. Inside, in the largest of three rooms, museum founder and director Margaret Moser is seeing her first visitor of the day, Kathy Valentine. In an adjacent room, Moser’s mother Phyllis Stegall and a niece greet arrivals as they wait their turns. The mood is somber, which on any other day could be attributed to it being a Sunday morning, except that everyone here knows Moser is living on borrowed time. The one exception to the caliginous vibe is the day’s person of interest and honor — she’s smiling, laughing, holding hands, hugging, listening to and telling stories. Having the time of her life.

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Here & Now Visits Texas Music Hour of Power

Jeremy Hobson of National Public Radio’s Here & Now program visits with the Texas Music Hour of Power for DJ Sessions

Joe Nick Patoski is our guide through the music of Texas — from western swing to zydeco to Tex-Mex.

Patoski (@joenickpatoski) hosts the “Texas Music Hour of Power” out of Marfa Public Radio, and tells Here & Now‘s Jeremy Hobson about why he believes in “salvation through Texas music.”

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Texas Music Hour of Power Sat nites 7-9 pm central KRTS Marfa & KXWT Odessa-Midland, 3-5 pm central and anytime here


Every Saturday nite, yours truly hosts the Texas Music Hour of Power, showcasing all kinds of Texas sounds created over the past century of recorded music. The show runs two hours because Texas spans two time zones and frankly, the music is too dang big to limit it to one hour.

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