Past Issues

An Opening Note From The Family At Preacher

It’s almost springtime in Texas, and so the lunatics are wandering down to Barton Springs and submerging themselves in Ranch Water and the 40-degree natural pool. Others can be found gallivanting through the Hill Country in search of Bluebonnet patches and the occasional cow patty with a mushroom tucked underneath it. There are day trips to little towns like Smithville and Gruene, folks on the hunt for worn belt buckles, old vinyl, and the BBQ joint everybody should be talking about but somehow isn’t. 

As for us, we’re holding down the fort here in Austin, welcoming folks from across the globe as once more we turn our humble home into a mystical amalgamation of music, food, and mental gymnastics. It’s our hope you’ll be joining us, but on the off chance you couldn’t make it, fret not. You hold in your hands the next best thing. A truck bed full of some of our favorite visions and words, sieved through the minds of our clever and crafty neighbors. We’re thankful once again for this embarrassment of riches. 

Gratefully yours, 

The Family at Preacher