Living in Mexico - Music

I've observed that Mexican music falls into twotaking captive an entire bus load of helpless bus
classes. One is very, very good; the other is sopassengers who just want to get from point A
horrible that it could quite possibly induce ato point B, and forcing them to endure what
nervous breakdown or at least a brain tumordoesn't even come close to passing for music. I
after forced, prolonged exposure. Listening to toothink they should be dragged away and beaten,
much of the latter could be hazardous to yourbut no one ever asks me for an opinion about
health.anything in this town.
The orchestra here in Guanajuato is one of theAnd, I am talking about those who pay money to
finest I've ever heard, and I listen with a criticalthe so-called musicians and not the Musical
ear. I was a music major at the university manyInquisitors who dole out the agony.
decades ago. I majored in voice performance andHere is an additional benefit about the Bus
music theory.Musicians that I cannot forget to tell you. When
I've often been moved to tears of joyousthe bus is full (as is usually the case), you, the
rapture listening to some the finest vocalists andpassenger, will be afforded the distinct honor of
instrumentalists-all Mexicans. But, the most excitinggetting cold-cocked by the guitar as the "musician"
thing is to see how many locals show up at theengages in his Songs of Death. You also might
concerts. The symphony is big here. I love that.have the privilege of a nice shower of spittle
Mariachi is also big here. In the city of Guanajuato,from the more radically rowdy spewing lips.
you will see some very traditionally dressedThere is one guy, though I've yet to see him on
Mariachi bands in El Jardin (the main plaza). Therethe bus offering his version of tormenting people,
will be several of these bands playing all at oncewho is worth mentioning. He offers a really special
for different groups of tourists who are eating intreat. Though I would not normally understand
the restaurants or sitting on the benches. Thisone word spoken from his caterwauling mouth, I
results in what I call "The Mariachi Screech."understand him because he sings some of The
Playing instruments that are in tune and singing inBeatles' greatest hits. Even though he hacks on an
the same key as the instruments does not seemout-of-tune guitar and sings off-key, I can
to be a high priority with Mariachi bands. This, ofrecognize The Beatles. The horror is that he sings
course, results in an interestingly incomprehensiblethe songs in English.
cacophonous roar. But, amazingly, people payHis performing venues are the parks and plazas.
these guys to sing at their tables. It makes meHe sits with his back to one of the many beautiful
wonder just how that affects their digestion. I canfountains. He has the "Jose Feliciano" look going
only speculate.for him, which accompanies his horrendously
Another form of music is what I call "The Busfrightening singing.
Musicians." I can't think of anyplace in the StatesThe other day, he was butchering "I want to hold
where there is anything like this. Decades ago,your hand." It came out something like this:
when I traveled in New York and Philly, I saw a"Ah wanna hoe who haaaa... Ah wanna hoe who
lot of sidewalk performers with open instrumenthaaaa...and when ah tosh who ah fee apple
cases or hats where you could drop a buck orin-sigh..."
two but I never saw any Bus Musicians.And then, he got to the chorus,
Bus Musicians are people with guitars (or some"And when I touch you I feel happy inside. It's
other "instrument"...sometimes nothing more thansuch a feeling I can't hide."
a comb and a tin can...go figure!) who board theHe began screeching and convulsing to such an
bus-no matter how crowded-and start wailing likeextent he made women swoon with the vapors,
a cat that is being tortured horribly. The guitarmade children cry, dogs faint, and shopkeepers
sound as though it has never been tuned. Thecome running out expecting to find someone
singer sings like he has needed to move hisbeing murdered.
bowels for a terribly long time. Then, after he hasHis special musical number, however, is the song
finished his torture chamber musical number and"Twist and Shout." His version sounds something
has tortured all the passengers, he startslike this:
demanding money."Twee who s-howt, Twee who s-howt. Com-ah.
These "musicians" ask for money and peopleCom-ah bay-bah..." and on and on.
actually pay them.Do you see what you are missing here in
This, of course, simply reinforces the behavior ofGuanajuato, Mexico?