I grew up listening to this song in the background din of every restaurant I visited as a child in Colombia, heard it flowing out of every tavern I happened to walk by. It’s one of those mariachi songs that every adult would either sing or hum along to ruefully when it played, something that everyone seemed to share together in their own different way, as though collectively meditating on an old friend now dead. I grew up loving the melody, waiting with giddiness for the magnificent transitions when the guitars are joined by the strings & horns and the whole thing just swells so beautifully. And now that I’m older I understand the staying power of this song. The music is magnificent and Vicente Fernandez sings it with all his soul, but it is the lyrics which are unsurpassable in their timelessness and emotion.
After the breakup I decided to pick up my banjo again. I had more or less abandoned it for the better part of a year or two, only picking it up now and then to show people who’d never seen a banjo in real life how it sounded up close. I hadn’t grown tired of the banjo or been too frustrated to study it further, I just did not feel inclined to play it; the same way some people’s clothes are directly affected by the weather, so too is my predilection for one instrument over another contingent entirely upon my mood. And just as passionately as I had spent the winter pecking away at the piano and electric guitar, trying to make as much noise as I could with feedback and my amp’s effects, just as passionately now I simply wanted to immerse myself in the banjo—in that shrill, lonesome sound only a banjo can bleed out when no one is listening and especially when no one cares to listen.
"You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. Indeed that’s what we provide in our own modest, humble, insignificant… oh, fuck it."
What an impeccable movie. Ralph Fiennes was exceptional.
One of those beautiful clear sky days where everything radiates a sort of life-reaffirming sensation. So no minor chords for today.
It’s been a slow day full of sun showers and dog parks and sushi, and I couldn’t help but come home and think of it all through the key of F#m.