Saturday Night: Vicente Fernández At Toyota Center

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Photos by Marco Torres
Vicente Fernández, Edith Marquez
Toyota Center
October 1, 2011

If Aftermath were forced to assign Mexican equivalents to famous Anglo and/or American musicians, the list would go like this:

Los Tigres del Norte = The Beatles

Maná = The Rolling Stones

Vicente Fernández = Elvis, Frank Sinatra & Johnny Cash

Yes, Fernández is that big of a deal. His fans call him "Chente," and Saturday night at Toyota Center, a nearly three-hour set in front of a packed house further cemented his status as El Rey, the king of ranchera music.

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The crowd was first treated to the lovely former Timbiriche singer Edith Marquez (above). It takes a lot of confidence to open up for a legend, and Miss Marquez was certainly up to the task, armed with telenovela looks and an equally impressive voice. She belted out classic songs about love and heartbreak with ease, ending her set with a sultry rendition of Joan Sebastian's "Secreto de Amor."

Then the gates that served as a replica to Fernández's Los 3 Potrillos ranch opened and Vicente emerged, dressed in his charro outfit: Sombrero, monogrammed belt buckle, and six-shooter holstered at his hip. He greeted the crowd with "Buenas noches, mi Houston querido" (Good evening, my dear Houston).

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The audience welcomed him with the first of countless standing ovations throughout the night. Everyone - from the guys in pointy boots and cowboy hats to the ladies in skin-tight dresses, and even the homies in baggy jeans and baseball caps - tried their best to sing along.

Fernández started with crowd favorites "Lastima Que Seas Ajena" and "Mujeres Divinas," promising that if they keep clapping, he would keep singing. (He is well-known to extend his sets at the audience's behest.) He took shots of tequila after each song, not so much to get wasted, but rather as a means to keep his vocal chords alive after he pushes them to the limit during each emotionally charged performance.

He was backed up by Mariachi Azteca, one of the best mariachi bands in the world. Their boss kept the group on their toes as he deviated from the set list, stopping mid-song to tell a story or recognize someone in the crowd; someone like Memo Villarreal sitting in the front row, whom Fernández called "the brother I never had."

Villarreal owns a record store in the East End named Discotecas Memo, and Fernández thanked him for his support throughout his long career. This brought Memo to tears and he thanked Fernández for the sweet gesture.

Location Info


Toyota Center

1510 Polk, Houston, TX

Category: Music

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Shea Serrano
Shea Serrano

Wait, wait, wait. I'm pretty sure I'm the king of ranchera music. Hold on. Let me check.  ... ... ... Yep. I was right. It's me. I'm the king of ranchera music.  S

Just Sayin'
Just Sayin'

Elvis, Sinatra and Cash are not "Anglo", they are American.


They aren't American, they are homo sapiens.

Just Sayin'
Just Sayin'

Sorry for being douchey, but I hate that term. Not all white people are from England.

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