The crowd shoehorned into Manhattan's Basin Street East last week was itching for action. "Ole!" they shouted. "Ole! Ole!" Thus encouraged, the Tijuana Brass let loose with its patented version of The Lonely Bull. It was ole all the way. Grinning and joking like a bunch of frat brothers at a stag party, Trumpeter Herb Alpert and his side-burned sidemen served up a dozen tamale-flavored numbers that had the audience rocking in their seats. It is the middle-aged man's answer to rock 'n' roll, and it is called Ameriachi.
Ameriachi was born not in Old Mexico but in the recording...
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