Tumgik
#Mariachi Bands
Text
Wanna hear what made me so incredibly angry today?!?!?
For a couple of years now, especially since the pandemic, there has been a plague of foreigners who have the option of working remotely and proceed to move to Mexico because it's "so cheap!". This has obviously made it so many established neighborhoods and streets become unlivable for the people who were already there due to gentrification.
And while you can excuse making historic neighborhoods in Mexico basically become touristic zones full of white people who never bothered to learn Spanish as them "not knowing the harm they cause", you'll have a hard time convincing me these people are THAT stupid or ignorant.
https://belatina.com/foreigners-close-down-local-restaurant-puerto-vallarta-mexican-music-too-loud/
These people moved to Mexico, next to a historic Mexican restaurant, and now they want to close it down because the mexican music they play on the mexican restaurant is "too loud" for them?!?! This is a level of self entitlement and straight up malicious selfishness that pisses me off so bad. This is what mexico is dealing with. This isn't immigrants trying to assimilate to the culture, this is foreigners moving to a country they find comfortable and "cheap" and wanting to ban mariachi from performing outside or on the beach because it inconveniences them. And when covered by foreign papers like this article it always gets framed as "they're so disruptive! They aren't conducive to relaxation!".
https://www.washingtonpost.com/lifestyle/2024/04/01/mexico-beach-bands-tourists-noise-eclipse/d92e89ca-f040-11ee-a4c9-88e569a98b58_story.html
I hate I hate I hate I hope they get eaten by a truck.
10 notes · View notes
crsinclair · 1 year
Text
Suddenly remembering a family Christmas Eve dinner that I endured had some years ago at a Mexican restaurant, and though I started off the evening hating it and wishing I had the freedom to leave (I was forced to ride with someone else instead of taking my own car), by the time dinner was over I was quite eager to stay for dessert.
I should preface this by saying that I do not have a healthy relationship with my parents (biological or otherwise). They have never treated me well and the holidays were always, always a bad time for me because they would say words of love and then turn around and do things like gaslight or worse.
Anyways, a story of me being petty and taking advantage of a bad situation!
Now, I couldn't tell you the name of the restaurant to save my life. What I can tell you is that it was a fancy Mexican restaurant, the kind with the servers in white button up shirts, black slacks, and black aprons, they brought their fajitas out on a cart still cooking, and they only served certain meats (like cabrito) on an actual, literal spit that they brought to the table and let you carve up there. All the dishes were frightfully expensive, too.
I was not allowed to get anything expensive, no, but everyone else got to order fajitas and margaritas and that delicious goat meat and -
*deep breaths*
Anyways, I was not having a good time. I wasn't able to get anything good, nobody was ordering any fucking queso, and the place was crowded so I couldn't even hear most of my family talking. My step-dad was poking fun at me for being a grump, my mother was trying to tell me to cheer up because I was ruining the night, my grandmother was telling me to think godly thoughts, my aunts were looking at me in concern, my brothers were not getting involved (and honestly looking back I don't blame them), and my Gung Gung was just looking forward to cabrito.
About five minutes after we ordered our main dishes, though, the Mariachi band arrived.
They came in and immediately started playing music. Loud, obnoxious, in-your-face music. The restaurant was already loud, but oh, suddenly it was much, much louder.
My mother groaned and made a disgusted face. "Ugh, Mariachi bands."
"What's wrong with Mariachi bands?" I asked.
"Nothing, I guess," she said, shrugging, but her disgust did not fade. "I just don't like them. I just really, really don't like them."
So I looked at the band with intrigue.
For a while I just watched them go around the room, playing at tables one by one. I assumed, because people were waving them over, that they were playing music in exchange for some money. That assumption was pretty much confirmed when the band got closer to our table and I leaned over and watched as someone handed one of the band members a 20 dollar bill.
Then our server came by to refill our drinks. She noticed that I was watching the band, and as she poured water into my glass she smiled at me.
"Do you want them to play for your table?" she asked me.
I gave her an awkward smile and a shrug in return. "Oh, I don't have a whole lot of money."
"They've already been paid for by the restaurant," the server told me. "All you have to do is get their attention."
"...Wait, really?"
"Really."
I glanced at my mother. She hadn't noticed my conversation with the server at all.
"...Yeah, I would like them to play for our table."
Less than a minute later the band was right next to our table, and right next to me. All of the members of the band were eagerly looking at me, smiling widely. "What would you like us to play?" one of them asked. "Any requests?"
Still, no one else at the table noticed.
"No, play whatever you feel like," I said, smiling back. "And if you can, when you don't have anybody else flagging you down, please come back to this table? I don't have much, but I can afford at least a few dollars in tips."
That got confused expressions on their faces, but they shrugged, said sure, brought their instruments up into positions, and started to play.
The entire table jumped.
My mother turned around in horror, looking at the Mariachi band members as they started loudly playing and singing Feliz Navidad. She had no idea what the hell was going on, but she didn't like it. "Excuse me!" she called to them. "Can you move, please? You're right next to our table!"
"Of course they are," I piped up, surprising my mother. "I called them over here and asked them to play."
"You what?"
"I thought you noticed," I said, playing innocent. "After all, I'm sitting right next to you."
We stayed at the restaurant for another two hours. The Mariachi band came back to our table many, many times as they said they would - by the fifth visit they cottoned on to what my game was, and they stopped accepting my money. Instead, they happily danced around the table and played even louder. The tables next to ours also became aware of what I was doing, and they laughed each time the band came by.
I gleefully sang along to all the songs they played, even if I didn't know the words. My mother wanted me to stop, to be quiet, but I was "finally having fun, mom, didn't you want me to cheer up?" I even got my aunts to join in, and my step-dad and grandmother were too caught up in their drinks and talking to my Gung Gung to notice anything.
My brothers only sit there and laughed, too.
As we finally left, I was grinning and skipping. "I think I love Mariachi bands," I told my mother.
She could only groan.
13 notes · View notes
Text
tonight on musical ear syndrome radio: police sirens !!!
4 notes · View notes
royalarchivist · 1 year
Video
For those who missed it, here’s Phil slam-dunking Quackity’s face into his birthday cake LMFAO, I love their friendship dynamic
11K notes · View notes
thatrandomblogsays · 4 months
Text
Annabeth, and others, often treat Percy as if he’s ridiculous or obtuse for his reactions to the demigod world, when in reality he’s a (relatively) well adjusted kid who was raised by a loving parent. His actions make sense based on his upbringing
- parents arent supposed to be neglectful
- parents are supposed to be easily attainable, loving, and present in a child’s life
- if you’re in trouble, you should call for help, there isn’t shame in admitting you’re in over your head, you’re twelve
- you shouldn’t have to jump through life endangering hoops to get your parent’s attention
Annabeth acts like he’s ridiculous, but he’s right. Annabeth knows how the Greek world works, but Percy knows how the real world is supposed to work. & rightfully calls out the BS. But it’s hard for most demigods to agree because what kid wants to admit the way their parents treat them is awful? That their actions are those of aloof, negligent, even narcisstic people who are unwilling or incapable of giving the proper love and support a child needs. That even if their godly parent does love them, it’s a pathetic, horrible, attempt at love you’re better off without.
2K notes · View notes
araminakilla · 11 months
Text
Same (western) energy
Tumblr media Tumblr media
726 notes · View notes
jvstinderosa · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media
While lying on the sand waiting for the sun to set, I began to hear faint music playing off in the distance. At first I thought I was dreaming. I sat up and saw this Mariachi ensemble playing far off to the right down by the water. Unexpected but picture perfect, especially with the boats in the background. While this was happening there was a rainbow behind me and a big storm off to my left, which I recently posted a photo of. It wasn't the strangest experience of 2023 but it's definitely in the top 10 Clearwater Florida
53 notes · View notes
q-starhalo · 7 months
Text
MIRA QUE LINDO ESTA <33
Tumblr media
59 notes · View notes
stardustspaceway · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
silly doodle idea from my late night sketchbook brain but mariachero q!Wilbur?? Yay? Nay?
137 notes · View notes
rotzaprachim · 1 year
Text
the secret rogue one wedding scene but jyn and cassian’s chuppah was held by bodhi and chirrut and baze and k2so, who kept threatening to drop it so that the ceremony would be cut off. of course it couldn’t be a stationary chuppah - their home is their friends and family, of course their wedding would have to be something that moved with them. and under the chuppah jyn and cassian each continued their favorite hobby of circling each other but seven times, now, for the days of Creation. and they got married wrapped in a tallit an old woman gave Cassian - not someone he knew, not someone he’d ever met before, but a woman who saw his face and heard him speak and wanted to know if he was of kenari, yes, she recognised his accent, she thought he looked like a little curly-haired boy she’d once seen tucked under his father’s tallit at the massive Kenari kol nidre services- it would mean nothing more to her than for her own tallit that once was tied away under her clothing as she ran to be used for an occaision of joy. 
and the cloth on their chuppah was one the rebels embroidered collectively in the styles of kenari and fest and ferrix and alderaan and everywhere to be Remembered, and they used the thread from their uniforms and the thread frayed from stolen imperial flags to stitch a new pattern of leaves and flowers and roots. and jyn’s vows had something from megillat ruth, certainly - “Where you die, I will die, and there I will be buried. Thus and more wil the LORD do to me, if anything but death parts me from you.” and they broke the glass for the destruction of the temple in Yerushalaim and for the shards of the homelands they carry with them everywhere, for the sorrow carried by survivors even amidst the sweetness of life. 
and there was definitely at least one full on band, and dancing in the streets. cassian said he wanted a small ceremony but melshi (ride or die) was like, hundereds of people were willing to die on your word, how many people do you think would come to your WEDDING???? so there were at least five hundred people and it lasted until well into the next morning, but before then, after the ceremony, while the band was just starting to warm up, cassian and jyn scampered into an old engine room for the yichud and she tucked her head into his shoulder in the moment of peace and he welcomed her home. And one of the gifts they got from their wedding was a mezuzah and cassian asked if she wanted to affix it to the door of their rebellion-assigned quarters or the side of one of the requisitioned ships but she said no, no, if it was alright she’d rather he take it with him until there was some point there could be a doorframe that was theirs permanently to mark as their home 
75 notes · View notes
12timetraveler · 2 months
Text
I have been laughing at this video ever since I saw it.
The way he hits the pool on beat. The elongated aaaaa in esta. The loud laugh after. The boyfriend with flowers laughing over the half drowned Mariachi. The attempt to keep singing through laughter.
16 notes · View notes
seahdalune · 11 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
(3AM) I CAN FINALLY SLEEP
40 notes · View notes
dingdangit · 1 year
Text
"good representation” of mental illness in media is tough, because one character just can’t contain every possible facet of a diagnosis. i also don’t want to conflate “good rep” with “morally emulable,” because some solid characterizations won’t be wholesome or likeable. all of this to say, the media portrayal of bipolar disorder closest to my lived experience is, unfortunately, Gob Bluth
77 notes · View notes
womenloversunion · 3 months
Text
ehehe ‘tis the evening of 2/2 and i would just like to announce to the world that i love my wife !!! marcys a lot better with words but take this ehehe
thank you to my darling who:
- copes when i put careless whisper on every playlist
- writes me incredibly fluffy fanfiction that makes me cry every time
- is the most stunning person in the world you can fight me youll fucking lose
- loves me regardless of my tendency to play twin sized mattress the second she leaves the room
- is the person im going to spend the rest of my life with very happily
i love you marcy, more than anything
6 notes · View notes
potatoyiart · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
Commissioned by @crazysliver776 to do a MariYachi band
thanks :D
52 notes · View notes
Text
woaw you guys,,, yall know how that yellow goober knows how to play the trumpet???? 👇👇👇
Tumblr media
☝️as we can see by the image above, he is guilty of doing that (sad).
Well...
unfortunately my finger slipped and and it broke and it's gone now but when I looked at my drawing tablet I saw this! :D (It still stings a little)
Tumblr media
wow! God really does have his little miracles! 😆!!!!!!
50 notes · View notes