Dear Mexican: I need some advice. My wife (who's a half-Mexican L.A. native, just so you don't think we're a couple of white hipster dickheads) and myself (who's white, but an immigrant, so I hope that lowers my dickhead factor) have had it up to our orejas with our Hispanic neighbor's music. He plays it so loud, being in our living room is like being in a bass bin filled with tubas. I have asked him directly (at 11 p.m. on a Sunday) to turn it down, which he did, but now every time he sees us come home, he either starts it up or cranks it up if it's already playing. The thing is, he's not having a fiesta. Ever. He's a sad little man sitting all alone in his garage, getting drunk and scrolling through his iTunes.
Our Mexican friend informed us that the music he was playing was El Salvadorian and "really ghetto." I'm not sure of the genre or origin myself, but it sounds like banda and cumbia made with a cheap Casio, packaged with low-res artwork and possibly sold at truck stops. See how depressing this is getting? If I were to blare the traditional music of my homeland at earsplitting volume every night, people would be burning effigies of Rush on my doorstep without blinking an eye.
I don't want or need silence. I love music. I'm a musician myself. I just want to be able to have a drink and a smoke with my wife in our yard without having to yell over top of his music. Can you suggest a good approach to get him to turn it down? NOT THAT GUY
Ask a Mexican
Dear Hoser: You say you're not a pendejo hipster, but then you prove yourself otherwise. Trotting out your half-Mexi wife as proof that you're not racist is the first indicator (Mexicans are the biggest racists against Mexicans), then you say your tormenter listens to "El Salvadorian" music, a genre that must exist alongside "Britishtarian." Despite being a musician, you can't distinguish between banda and cumbia, even though the former is a genre while the latter is a rhythm. Then you top it off by name-dropping Rush — pinche pendejo gentrifying hipster!
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Despite all these sins, I do feel for you. Your vecino is an asshole. Calling the cops is a waste of everyone's tiempo, and I'm tempted to tell you to learn how to conduct conversations at ear-splitting volumes like any good Mexican (ask your wife). But, still: you asked nicely, and the neighbor's a dick. So do what any Mexican once spurned would do: call la migra.