What Are the Origins of Mariachi?

[¡Ask a Mexican!] And should the United States deny birthright citizenship?

DEAR MEXICAN: My gabacho friends look at me askance for being a gabacho who enjoys mariachi music. They, and even some of my Mexican friends, run and hide when I go a step further and start listening to the mournful ballads of Vicente Fernandez, backed by—you guessed it—a mariachi band. Not that the music of my Highlands ancestors is any more special: Those folks get their jollies blowing into a bag with many pipes sticking out, making the sound of multiple cats in heat. I've noticed that the number and type of instruments used in mariachi bands and the costuming of the players is quite exact each time, showing little variation. This leads me to ask, and hopefully you can inform me and your other readers: What are the origins of mariachi music, and why does it enjoy such popularity?

Bonnie Prince Gabacho

DEAR THRIFTY GABACHO: It's simple, really—the roots are from the Mexican state of Jalisco, which, as I've noted before in this column, plays the role of Texas in the Mexican cultural imagination. It's an overstatement to say mariachi shows little variation, though. The instruments usually stick to various arrangements of trumpets, violins, a guitar, a guitarrón (that fat guitar that players pluck at with the ferocity of an upright bass and that American culture has relegated to a fat man) and a vihuela and can come in arrangements as small as four men or as large as an orchestra. The costumes, while always drawing from Jalisco's charro tradition, also vary wildly, while the music they interpret spans Mexico's regions—they can play cumbias, rancheras, polkas, mambos, even "The Devil Went Down to Georgia." Historians date the beginnings of mariachi to the era of Emperor Maximilian, but its international popularity only to the 1940s, when Mexico's leaders decided to . . . (answer continued on page 73 of the paperback edición of my ¡Ask a Mexican! book).

 

DEAR MEXICAN: In Switzerland, they have (or maybe had—I haven't checked recently) a law stating that foreign workers could legally come, have families and pay taxes, but they could never acquire citizenship. That strikes me as cruel and unpleasant, but at least honest. Is that better or worse than the U.S. position of allowing workers in illegally to support the economy (and do the jobs that the great unwashed would never touch in a million years), holding out the hope of citizenship, until it becomes politically expedient to round a few up and expel them?

On the Fence

DEAR GABACHO: No, you're right on the Swiss law, along with the laws of many other European nations that denied birthright citizenship to the children of its immigrants for decades. Such jus sanguinis laws might be ruthlessly honest, but they also created a permanent underclass maduro for the picking by terrorists, as well as dual societies that make our current American-Mexican problems seem downright melting-pot-like by comparison. And that's what Know Nothing politicians who helped to defeat the DREAM Act—and who now want to amend the United States Constitution to ensure children born in this country to illegal immigrants do not automatically become American citizens—don't understand. Guest worker programs don't work; you aren't contracting robots, but rather humans who put down roots, remember the opportunities of this land and will make it their life's goal to be part of the country. And the children, whether born here or smuggled in at a young age, will forever consider themselves American because that's the only country they know. Yet you have so-called Americans dismissing the kiddies as anchor babies and the immigrants as invaders! This country's assimilationist fires are too strong to create a true dual society like that which exists in Europe, but with the current Know Nothing rhetoric and politics dominating Washington, don't be surprised next time there's an immigrant-rights march and everyone waves Mexican flags—I don't agree with the tactic, but that logic is as understandable as Mexican men whistling at women.

 

GOOD MEXICAN OF THE WEEK: Actually a Filipino, but we all know that those chinitos are the Mexicans of Asia (consult page 248 of my libro for further details). Ask a Filipino answers questions about his raza—from why the armpits of those little island people are so dark to why Filipinas are beautiful but Filipinos ugly—in an informative, hilarious, scandalous manner. Good read and Mexican-approved! Read more Pinoy pendejadas at askthepinoy.blogspot.com.

 
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Regin
Regin

As a white guy, I like Mariachi music when I go to see it.

Drinking Coronas at some real Mexican restaurant with friends with Mariachis is great.

But, if Mariachis just started walking down my street playing, or a bunch of them moved in next door then I would object.

Just like I would go to Reggae music concert in Long Beach and could “hang out” with the band and even share a joint with them, I could never invite them back to my house in Irvine.

The neighbors all believe that the darker the person, the more criminal acts they perform.

Light skinned blacks and Hispanics are OK in my neighborhood and long as they don’t gang or ghetto clothes.

I get a immense thrill when I’m out in Da Hood drinking, having sex with ethnic chicks, and surviving. I would not want to live their, but I like the action.

Although I denounce anchor babies, illegal, smugglers, blacks and Mexicans. But without that stuff, my life would not be as exciting.

It takes all kinds of people to make this world. I’m glad I can be with them when I want to, but have a safe place to run and hide when the danger outweighs the fun.

I am learning to speak more and more Spanish. This allows me to make a greater connection to some of the Latin Chicas I keep in touch with.

Bill T.
Bill T.

I've noticed that when Bernardino's, our local Restaurant, hosts Mariachi that the place is packed. It's a very mixed audience, I would say that Mariachi music (and the pipes, by the way), like other musics, is a matter of taste. Some love it and some don't, C'est la guerre.

 
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