Sir Doug Sahm, Flaco Jimenez, Augie Meyers, Freddy Fender, and the rest of the Texas Tornadoes remind us that despite all the pendejos in charge, don’t mess with Texas.
These images have been floating around the interwebs for a year or two and it’s hard to figure out who created them. We grabbed these versions of the loteria cards based on Selena, the Queen of Tex-Mex Musica, from BuzzFeed.
Greatest LP food photo of all time? The Mexican food porn from ZZ Top’s 1973 Tres Hombres album. Austin chef Thomas ZZ Tom Micklethwait recreated this dinner for the cameras and then ate it.
Online commenter KublaConn added these deets:
“Hey, baby – que paso? I thought I was your only vato!” The Texas Tornados perform in a 1992 BBC video at the Gruene Hall, in Gruene, Texas.
Want to sing along? We’ve got lyrics!
“You shoulda told me you was married, baby,” she said. Those were the last words he ever heard. Flaco Jimenez and Ry Cooder explain: That’s the way the girls are in Texas! If not, we’ve got lyrics:
I was at a Dunkin’ Donuts in New York City grabbing coffee. After handing me my change, the Indian woman wanted to know where I was from.
This happens often — whether I’m at a restaurant, an adult video store or a funeral. Inevitably someone will ask, “What are you?”
They ask in a way as if I look like the Elephant Man.
And then I realize that their question is one about my cultural identity.
Today’s word is fajita, (/fəˈhiːtə/; Spanish: [faˈxita]), commonly referring to any grilled meat served as a taco on a flour or corn tortilla in Tex-Mex cuisine. It’s a difficult word to pronounce properly, so listen closely.
PREVIOUSLY ON PROPER PRONUNCIATION:
Flaco Jiménez is in his seventh decade as a performer. He’s played with Ry Cooder, Dwight Yoakam, and even The Rolling Stones. Jiménez’s newest album, Legends & Legacies, is a collection of songs that illustrate the legacy of the Latin music style for which he is so well known: conjunto.
Ai, yai, yai yai! The late great Tex-Mex music superstar Freddy Fender has his way with the 1882 ranchera classic Cielito Lindo. But do you know the words? ¡Ajua!
The wetback drove from Laredo to San Antonio to see his girl — and that’s when the trouble started.
The twangy surf sound of twin vintage Fender Jazzmaster* guitars, R&B-meets-mariachi horn section, Tex-Mex accordion, a trumpet solo (!) and great vocals by Raul Malo make for a stellar performance by The Mavericks on Austin City Limits. New record, new tour! Gracias a Latin Alternative for the heads up.
* I’m told they could be Jaguars and not Jazzmasters. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Johnny Perez, the original drummer for Tex-Mex superstar band Sir Douglas Quintet, died Tuesday in Los Angeles. He was 69. This 1965 video shows Perez and his bandmates performing their hit She’s About A Mover on NBC’s Hullaballoo.
Here’s the band with Mendocino:
Featuring a stereotypical “Mexican font,” the Virgen, a bottle of tequila, a poorly-painted taco and Mexican and Texican flags, the art direction and commercial for this Tex-Mex bar and restaurant leave no cliche unused. Same old same old, eh? But wait — this joint is in Tokyo’s jumping Roppongi night clubbing neighborhood. Is this an offensive advertisement, or would it be a relief for sore eyes and a growling estomach if you were in Nippon? Wouldn’t a cold Negra Modelo be nice right now, pocho-san?
I knew that I was in a heap of trouble when the mechanics showed up in a big old beat-up four-wheel-drive mud-covered truck with a hand-painted sign on the doors that read Cooter’s Roadside Auto Repair.
These fellas sat in their truck a little too long — staring at me — before they got out to reveal they were dressed in camouflage hunting outfits from head to toe. Their caps were camo as well, except for the Confederate flag emblem on the front. Their clothes were covered in dirt, grease, and what looked like blood stains, the same stains they had on their faces.
I was on my way back to Austin, TX from the East Coast. I had gone to do some remodeling work on my rich sister’s vacation home on Chesapeake Bay and was happy to be coming home with a little extra cash, around three grand, in my pocket.
Then, as luck would have it, or as my dad would say, all the good shit just turned to crap.
In what’s been termed “the tweet heard ’round the world,” Pres. Barack Obama’s campaign manager Jim Messina tweeted today that a line from a Washington Post editorial— “The chimichanga? It may be the only thing Republicans have left to offer Latinos” — was the “line of the day.”
Consequently, and in short order, Republicans began attacking Messina (not Latino) and lefties in general for being racist, insensitive, not offering Latinos much in the way of policies anyway, and much more. Repercussions of the tweet, however, reach much further than the Twitterverse.