I have seen this Cowboy many times with his dancing horse. Beautiful horse. The Cowboy may be a little drunk.
Many times I have heard the band playing at these shows but I never investigated. Today I paid my five dollar fee and went into the arena. (I am trying to become more adventurous.) I was the only North American in the entire place but it was a lot of fun for me to finally know what all that noise was about. I felt sorry for the poor bulls but at least they weren't killed, just harassed. I loved the dancing horses and I had watched many of these same horses and riders practicing on the beach. I have their photos all over my blog. It felt like I was seeing old friends again although I am sure they don't remember me. I mean the cowboys. Maybe the horses would remember me. I was once admiring some beautiful dancing horses with a woman friend. She said, You know you are getting old when you admire the horses instead of the cowboys.