Mariachi. I don’t like it.
Unless I am in Mexico or celebrating something – usually with Mexicans.
As a side note, my husband has informed me that there is mariachi…aaand then there is Mexican music – which is basically singing with mariachi somewhere in the background. For the sake of this post, I will lump these two together, as I am not a huge every-day fan of either of them (and I can’t quite tell the difference – except for the singing lol).
I could try to make it more complex than simple distaste, but it’s not. In my house, I tolerate it at times, for my husband’s and daughter’s sake. After all, they are both entitled to like it and listen to it if they choose to. But sometimes I can’t bear it and I simply have to ask him to change the music.
Here is how I feel: Mariachi (and Mexican) music is meant for very upbeat celebration (mostly), and there is a time and a place for it, and that place is not in my home at any hour of the day. I refuse to celebrate mundane, and often tedious, household tasks and childcare with a fiesta of trumpets. It does not make the environment better and more lively for me; it just makes it louder and more difficult to deal with said mundane tasks.
But, come the time that we go visit my husband’s family again in Mexico, in the warm, peaceful nights or in the blessed heat of the day, I will once again allow those tight-pantsed, sumbrero-clad men and their trumpets and guitars back into my heart.
Until that day, I will enjoy the quiet of my home – mariachiless.
And that is my two-minute opinion on mariachi.