Heh. That interview ran shortly before (a) I went to Mr. Price's signing of Forgotten Horrors (where he related the other reasons why he quit), and (b) just before the Fort Worth Weekly was bought by the New Times empire and driven into the ground. I still have my copy of Forgotten Horrors, and it's both eloquent and respectful of far too many completely forgotten serials and horror films of the Thirties and Forties. For instance, did you know that John Wayne actually created the concept of screen fistfighting because he was tired of getting punched full-bore in the shoulder?
Unfortunately, there's also a bit of bad news, in that the Fort Worth Film Festival was scheduled for a very bad weekend in September of 2001. It's gone, as well as the entertainment center Caravan of Dreams in downtown, but he's still plugging away for good films and good filmmaking in Texas.
Oh, and should you ever get the chance to come out this way, I'll have to show you Fort Worth. The presumption is that it's small with a name like that, but it's actually one of the biggest cities in Texas. Beautiful place, too: while Dallas went insane in the Seventies and Eighties with destroying every trace of its old history that it could, Fort Worth did its best to preserve the parts of the city worth preserving, and it's the better for it. I could brag for days on its art and science museums, its botanic gardens, and its top-notch zoo, but I'd rather take people out there to show them why I'm so enthused.