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It is said that you should never meet your heroes, for you will always be disappointed. A Mariachi elder played the most famous instrument in all of Anthesteria, he called Las cuerdas divinas. As a young child, I would watch … Read More

For years I sat, pouring over the strings of this guitar, plucking a melody that never seemed to go away from me. But the song always remained incomplete. For as much as I could hear the notes of la musica, … Read More

♫ We’ve walked the long road and you’ve worn it well You stitched yourself up when you fell Keep your memories in jars Carry secrets in scars beneath your shell ♫ The road we have walked, mi amigos, has not … Read More

Anthesteria. A smouldering wreckage spans before El Mariachi Muerte. He watches as people tend to their loss. “I suffered from a speech impediment as un niño.” He reflects. “I knew what I wanted to say, but couldn’t get the words … Read More

El Mariachi Muerte stands amidst a bustling Agora, tinkering on his guitar. Before him, a monkey is chained to a pole, dancing to the music Muerte plays. “All of Arcadia dances to a tune.” He watches the monkey sway instinctively … Read More

El Mariachi Muerte walks through the once bright and lively Anthesteria, now tarnished with the effects of Civil War. “War never changes. Most believe that this war began with the secret of that door, mi familia. But Zeus has been … Read More

We call this place No Man’s Land. El Mariachi Muerte stands alone, guitar in hand, at the place where it all began. “Oh, mi amore…” He’s been here many times, lamenting. But today, there’s a certain resolve in his eyes. … Read More

All throughout Arcadia, at this time of year, people gather with their loved ones. They make time to get together. It is a time for family and love. But for some, Christmas time is anything but merry and bright. While … Read More

Walls exist everywhere in our lives, mi amigos. Restricting, restraining and confining us to live within their parameters. We build these walls, they are our own construction. Walls to hide ourselves behind, or smaller walls of boxes that we hide … Read More

El Mariachi Muerte casts a lonely figure. Leaving the dusty old bar behind him, he walks a lonely road. He’s been drinking, but it hasn’t managed to ease his heartache. ♫ I’ve gotta take a little time A little time … Read More