My family all spoke Spanish and I answered in English. In our neighborhood there were the sights of kids playing in the streets, in the evening the aroma of home cooked meals being prepared and of course, if it wasn't the doo wop, it was the Mariachi music blasting the airwaves.
A typical day in the hood.
As a kid I always fancied myself being a Mariachi. Looking cool like the Cisco Kid and of course serenading a beautiful señorita somewhere.
I remember a few family parties as I was coming up. There was food galore and Mariachis playing to a packed house of adults while me and all my cousins ran around and had a good old time.
The music always sparks up happy memories.
Of course there was also the time my Tio died. I remember sitting in the church when the mariachis started to play, and for the first time, I felt a chill and my eyes started to get very moist.
The music has a way of getting into your soul and opens a floodgate of feelings ... some happy and some sad.
Even though my Spanish is not what I would like it to be, some things need no explanation.
Mariachi music is pan dulce for the soul.
Jesus M. Perez:
A 3rd generation fifties kid. Grew up in the barrio Lincoln Heights. Lots of great memories.