Listening to a mariachi is feeling the heart reaching back to memories of love affairs, pains, mementos of what we've lived and haven't lived yet. It feels like a lump growing in your throat and the world beats at a much faster pace, in a gloomier and truer fashion. The notes blaring out of the trumpet jump up and down the skin, swayed by high-pitch voices that fill your head with images, memories about how much someone made us suffer, harrowing and genuine human feelings. That's Mexico, that's what. Thoughtless vibes that are suffered from and enjoyed in the same breath. And if feeling it is not enough and knowing its origin is what we want to do, there are theories galore. However, the one we like the most is the nahuatl term MARIA CE SON, found in a prayer to the Virgin of Pila that was mispronounced as Maria-she or Maria-shi.