I walked into this beautiful place to the sound of Flamenco guitar. The huge speakers were blazing along with the sun. I was a traveler in a wonderful moment surrounded by the colors and people of that place. It is a terrific memory.
I wanted to forever capture those sounds, so I ran to a hole in the wall shop asking what was the music playing. They answered proudly, "Paco de Lucia! Es Paco de Lucia, el maestro!" I was broke of course. But moments like that pass, and you don't just get them back. I took whatever I could find in my pocket and bought two cassette tapes happily knowing I would starve for a while, but one day learn that music. I'm still working on the Flamenco...
Sometime later, in Sevilla, I was sharing a room with two fellow travelers, one Moroccan and the other Canadian. We had an interesting language communication system. I spoke English and Spanish at the time. The Canadian spoke English and French, and the Moroccan spoke French and Spanish, besides his native Arabic. It was interesing for those few days using the multitude of languages to communicate.
In the house we were staying, there was a blonde German fellow constantly playing Flamenco in the interior patio balcony. He was there studying Flamenco with a teacher for 6 months! How envious I was. That is still one of my dreams.
I hope you like the music. You can hear some similarities to the Arabic singing/prayer towards the end of this video. Let me know if you get into Paco de Lucia, too!
