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A single chord. All that separates la musica de la vida from la musica de la muerte. The dominant note, suspended over the lifesong of those who are chosen to hear the fabled tones of death. But the dominant note … Read More

Remember me, though I have to say goodbye Remember me, don’t let it make you cry For even if I’m far away, I hold you in my heart I sing a secret song to you each night we are apart. … Read More

“Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.   Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words … Read More

“Strung out and broken, They all waste away. Picks up the bottle, Drinks it down before she hits the stage.” There is no more crushing feeling than being expendable. Like the strings of my guitar, playing not out of one’s … Read More

“He’s got the whole world in his hands. He’s got the whole wide world in his hands. He’s got the whole world in his hands. He’s got the whole world in his…” I know all too well what it is … Read More

“Heavy is the head that wears no crown It’s lonely at the top when you’re looking down” I can still hear his words echo in my memory. “Estamos atados por la música. Manténlo seguro… Keep the music safe.” This guitar … Read More

“Well I don’t know why I came here tonight. This Altar, it doesn’t feel right. Desperately, I need the music repaired And I’m wondering how Arcadia will fare.   When there’s death to the left of me, Brokenness to the … Read More

Her music was beautiful, La Mariachi Alegría. She was one of those Mariachi that could transport you through a journey of song. In hearing her play, I found that music was much like climbing a ladder, mi amigos. Rung by … Read More

‘People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never share No one dared Disturb the sound of silence’ “Silence is golden, or so they say.” “But when the universe breathes in dulcet tones of an … Read More

A single whistled note pierces the air for a moment before spluttering and passing away. Choked and fading into nothingness. “La musica?” El Mariachie Muerte tries again, his whistle living for a moment before dying into the bleak. Muerte’s sorrow … Read More