To passing motorists on Interstate 30, the scene must have looked like a reunion of the Merry Pranksters for one last acid test, or maybe a mysterious Mexican-Muslim-Hillbilly cult singing praise to lime gods and barley angels. More accurately, about 150 guys and gals were grabbing waists and forming a winding conga line while Gary P. Nunn and Larry Joe Taylor performed "Corona Con Lima" on a rickety flatbed trailer at Taylor's third annual Texas Music Festival in 1991. This was the festival's one -- and thankfully only -- year at the dusty little parking lot beside the Thurber smokestack 70 miles west of Fort Worth.

A film crew had arrived to capture gin-you-wine Texans drinking Corona con lima (with lime) and dancing to the catchy new song by Nunn and Taylor, who were negotiating to do a Corona Beer television commercial.

There weren't any George Straits in pressed jeans or Daisy Maes in big hair to represent stereotypical Texans for the camera. Instead, their potential subjects were a bunch of hippie-rednecks who had been drinking beer and smoking marijuana for hours on a blistering hot day in a treeless patch of dirt. People were barefooted, sweaty, and buying $10 festival t-shirts to wrap around their heads like desert sheiks. The shirts had been left over from the previous year's festival in a nearby town and were emblazoned with "No Chingas con Mingus" (don't fuck with Mingus).

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