I’m kinda obsessed with this at the moment. The first few seconds, when the second horn comes in..
Was walking along a street about 25 something years ago in San Cristobal in Chiapas Mexico (incidentally only 3 weeks after the Zapatistas liberation front had taken over the town at gun point in an indigenous peasant revolution, we had no clue though until after) on St Valentine’s Day. I’d seen Mariaches doing their thing in touristy restaurants but this was like an old back alley street we were wandering in search of more Mezcal) I round a corner and there’s a Mariache group bedazzled in silver down their legs and flowery shirts and pants about to start playing so we stop and look. They start playing and the bigger picture comes into view. They are playing up to a second story window and there is a dude kneeling on the cobblestones with a red rose in his hands looking up at this window. Mariaches play, window opens. A woman looks out in surprise and looks down and sees a Mariache group singing a folk love song to her, her beau on one knee with a rose in his hands and a couple crusty backpackers watching this unscripted scene in disbelief. She started yelling in anger at him in furious and embarrassed machine gun Spanish but eventually the ground floor door opens and I presume the mother is at the door and lets the lad in. Mariaches high five on a job well done and we move off in disbelief at a real unscripted scene of life.
Since that day I’ve had a real soft spot for Mariache music.