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A few years ago I was riding the subway and a mariachi band got on. One of the men played a guitar much like the one seen in the back row of this video. It was admittedly a very big guitar! But anyway, the band finished up their song right as the train pulled into its final stop (when I take a train, I take it all the way) and this tourist-looking woman with a fannypack walked up to him and said “Excuse me, but what is that beautiful instrument you are playing called?” The man just looked at her with these sad, grumpy eyes and said “guitaro” and got off the train. And that was always the funniest mariachi band-related thing I had ever seen until today. (Via HaveYouSeenThis.)
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Never forget the run time of this video.
i am going to never forget it ten times as hard today.
The video cuts out right before a beluga whale crashes through the wall and into one of the tall kids in the back. #neverforget
“It was bad enough when they had access to free emergency room care, but now they have access to cable? Hell in a hand basket, I tell ya.” – ‘Murricans
I’m sorry R2D2, Esq., but it is pronounced ‘Merkins.
Needs more violins
I can’t judge children learning musical instruments, because I am certain that there is either audio or video from me, aged 10, learning how to play the oboe. Spoiler alert: there is literally nothing more painful that the sound of beginner oboists. It gets better, children!
Also, I apologize in advance for the day that audio or video proof surfaces. I will deserve your hate.
You seem to think that this video makes us hate these children, but in reality I have never hated anything less than the sweet little faces making these terrible sounds.
Gabe, this is cool and all, but I’m really anxious for the True Blood and Entourage recaps. They were particularly appalling last night and I’m itching to hear your review.
That said, I have one thing to say about this video: chubacabra!
He was actually saying not “guitaro,” but “guitarrón”! That giant guitar they use in mariachi guitars is called a guitarrón. Also, [gunshot]
Bajo Sextos 4 lyfe!
maybe he was so sad he couldn’t mutter an extra syllable?
right when they win you over with their adorable faces and decent singing for a children’s choir, the noise!
I’VE GOT BLISTERS ON ME FINGERS!!!!!!!!
Seriously, though, I have blisters on my fingers. We’ve got, like, four minutes still to go and it really hurts.
I love this because I was in a Honey Badger Orchestra in high school (ladies!) where no one practiced and the hood rat second violinists always ditched class. We had seasonal concerts through out the year and the performances were always horrible.(“Well… you guys at least looked nice up there” – our moms). WE were NEVER in tune. I began looking forward to the performances hoping we could out terrible the last one. I played upright bass and my brother played cello. One time we teamed up with the violas and decided to sabatoge the “Springs Alive” concert series. Bascially we agreed to purposefully “rush” during Can Can ( A song everyone knows gets dangerously out of control if you do not stay on time). Midway through the performance we began our assault. The Second violins fell right in line because bascially they suck, but the first violins put up a fight . The conductor quickly relized what was going on and with the grit and determination of a … well a highschool orchestra conductor she turned to our section and feverishly attempted to bring us back on time. As sweat began to pour of her forehead the song became more and more of a mess. As the song reached its famous climax, it was basically unrecognizable bordering on experimental art noise . At this point the conductor, who I failed to mention was clinically obese, was exhausted and barely able to stand. Finally she said, and I quote, “Fuck this shit”. She called off the performance and stopped us all in the middle of the song. There was dead silence. The conductor was so worked up she quietly walked off stage letting the whole orchestra just sit there. About five minutes passed. She returned, told us what bar to begin at and we limped through the end of the performance. It remains, to this day, as one of my greatest high school memories.
I’m the mean child hater who posted this to youtube. Thanks for the share.
I know it’s long at 10 minutes but the entire recital was an hour long and it was already painful for me to cut out those other 50 minutes. And one song didn’t really capture the torture of watching this for an hour. haha