John Wooley

On a verdant stretch of land a few miles outside of Tahlequah, a literal stone’s-throw from the Illinois River, sit the trim little cabins of...

In my 20 years of writing this column, I’ve naturally spotlighted some people more than once. But I suspect I’ve devoted more words here to...

Honky Tonk PhD, the newly released debut album from Oklahoma’s Krislyn Arthurs, overflows with attitude, darkness, candor and clenched-fist toughness. With such self-penned tunes as...

As a nearly lifelong horror-film fan – I saw my first scary movie when I was four years old – I’ve always been pleased when...

For some five decades now, the husband-and-wife team of Vern and Lisa Robertson Stefanic have – both separately and together – been entertaining and enlightening...

Over the years, the two best-known nicknames for Tulsa have had to do with petroleum: the Oil Capital of the World and the Magic Empire...

Somehow, I missed the news a couple of years ago about how Tulsa had been officially designated as the Capital of Route 66. In case...

Back in August of 1986, when I was working for the entertainment section of the Tulsa World, I wrote a review of a Mabee Center...

As I’ve written in this space before, it’s generally a fool’s errand to try and pin down just exactly when something began. What usually happens...

A couple of months ago, I wrote in this space about the Bluegrass & Chili Festival, one of Oklahoma’s longest-lived annual musical events. In that column,...