Dancing and prancing on Tejano Street

Seventh Street was jammed all the way back to IH-35. Turkey legs and elote were enjoying brisk sales. La Tropa F was scheduled to take the stage at 6:30, but it was something like fifteen minutes later that all was ready. La Fuerza had the crowd in its pocket for a medley of hot conjunto polka music but lost it for the pseudo-hiphop portion of the show. Tropa F played nonstop from the moment it began until 8:00 pm and then played an encore that lasted another good solid ten minutes or so. The Tropa dress of the evening was black hats with desert-camo duster coats. Those who brought chairs didn't use them; they were up on their feet trying to dance amidst the crowd. David Farias was in fine voice and everybody was smiling. How wonderful to feel happy and be anong a huge crowd of other happy people! Tropa has so many great songs to choose from, but it fit in lots of favorites. We were sorry not to hear "Me gusta la mala vida," but "Corazon Herido" and "Juan Sabor" go a long way to make up for it. The stage was at Seventh Street and we parked over on the east side, by the French Legation and across from the Emily Little house.