Pachanga Festival

Ahh, Pachanga Pachanga
Think I’m in love, dang ya!
Dancing to Latino beats
Under the Texas sun
Drinking a cold (expensive) cerveza
What could be more fun?
I exposed myself…
To all sorts and types
Of Latino music
And Tejano hype
Brownout exploded
Into a rave in the grass
Everyone smiling and clapping
And shakin they ass
There was all kinds of drums
Providing that beat
I just couldn’t stop myself
From moving my feet!
I got no rhythm
But this Gringa still was up
Laughing that my salsa
Looks like ketchup!
And just like every other
Austin outdoor show
The interesting characters
Were dancing in the front row.
The tamale lady salsaing
With a flowerpot on her head
The tiny woman-​child grooving
In her cocktail dress of red
But they say that love hurts
And that is true still
Cause all of Pachanga’s dust
Has made me quite ill.
I’m a sucker for punishment
Always have been
Next year, masked, I’ll be there
To do it all again!

Expand my horizons in every direction
Pachanga Festival of latin music persuasion!
Rock accordion
Latin funk
tejano crooning
a bit of punk
a fan head banging
reggae and ska
son and afro-​Cuban
salsa, cha-​cha-​chá
indie in Spanish
some garage rock
dueling violinists
polka hip-​hop
psychedelic afro-​beat
bi-​indie-​lingual rock
Tex-​mex rock ballads
funky-​ass horns
hip-​hopping spanish
in electronica form
samba, world music
sweet classic songs
all-​girl mariachis
beloved by their fans
cumbia, norteña
merengue: let’s dance!
flamenco inflections
even abstract jazz
folklorica latina
plus hundreds of hats!