My phone rung at 4:30 am. I picked up but missed her. It was Sachiko. I have so little money I never want to make calls, only text messages. I thought, perhaps something has happened, perhaps it's an emergency.
I should have guessed it was only a juerga. Come! she says, I'm in Jerez at Luis de la Pica with Luis!
Getting my bike out the door at 5 am, I told myself to just pretend I had to catch a plane or something.
Anyways, it was a happening juerga. Sachiko and another Japanese dancer/singer student of Luis's, had gone from Seville with him to El Puerto de Santa Maria (next town over, on the coast) for a festival and all the artists had headed back to the peña here in Santiago after.
It was full of flamencos, many of whom I didn't recognise, obviously some from Seville, one guy said there were a few from Algeciras...
It is hard not to feel like such an outsider in these events. Sachiko doesn't seem to suffer from the same feelings. Partly because she is just a less neurotic person than me, and perhaps maybe a small amount because she is Japanese. The Japanese have a lot of recognition here for their very great "aficion" (aficionados). Their serious interest and often greater knowledge than those from elsewhere (and sometimes I think the fact that they are not white) usually means they are received well.
Anyways, a huge group of people gathers spontaneously, leaving a space in the middle for whoever gets struck with the desire to sing the next letra or dance a bit. The group breaks up at some points, someone continues singing at the side of the bar with a few others doing palmas, then another big circle gathers farther over.
Being from Seville, Sachiko does not see as many fiestas like these as I do, which are not merely stocked with professional musicians, but a crowd of normal gitanos whose life involves flamenco, just being in their veins. This was a particularly good one.
Both the girls danced, something which I don't dare to do yet among such a group of pros and others who have it in their blood. Maybe at the peñas closer to home, soon, where I know more people. When Luis and the two girls had to get a taxi around 7:00, the ladies, who had been almost inactive until later on, almost wouldn't let them leave and insisted that Sachiko dance with one of the them in the middle of the current circle.
Saturday, July 20, 2013
Thursday, July 18, 2013
I desperately need to change the name of this blog, but I am just too busy to do it and to think of a name and all.
This afternoon was the kind of thing money can't buy.
It was Pepe's birthday. I called to wish him Feliz Cumpleaños and ask what he was up to. He is turning 78, and has recently lost his wife, so is quite alone. Some of the foreign chicas have taken it upon ourselves to look after him a bit, at least as far as going out for coffee or a walk. Pepe always is dressed very fashionably. He loves red loafers and will wear a red checkered shirt, or on special occasions, red pants. He's one of the few older men I pretty much trust. 90% of them are liable to get sleazy but not him, thank goodness. Since he comes from a family of people who sing and dance, it is natural to him and all the important flamenco people know and love him. His cousin was the very famous Paquera, whose place of birth is beside Geoffrey's house. If another flamenco is nearby and starts to sing, or keep time for a couple seconds with palmas, Pepe is liable to suddenly burst out with a brief couple of stamps of the feet that sound like music - one or two syncopated beats. Not just anyone that has musical ability can just up and do this. Those that have lived this all their life, have it burst out of them all of a sudden just standing there. It's more than a matter of simply having rhythm and being on time - there is a security in the quality of the sound, whether it is palmas (clapping) or feet, and a lack of effort in the person's attitude and demeanour. People like Pepe for whom it's natural, also do some amusing or characterful gestures at the same time, just a simple shrug of the shoulders at the right moment, a certain look on their face, and an eruption of "Ah...aaah, ... A - sza!" accenting the rhythm.
Anyways, he said, "Are you coming?" I didn't even know what was going on, but obviously a party was already under way. So I went across through Barrio Santiago and over to the Bar Pulga (Bar Flea) which has written "Tio (Uncle) Gregorio Parilla" on the Cruzcampo sign at the side (like one of those round, plastic Coca Cola signs, except it's beer).
Several of the French student gang were there, along with a couple of men from the Peña Buleria, and Luis de la Tota (a maestro of rhythm with character) and his wife and little son, and Junquerita, our singer for our dance classes. Parrilla's daughter, Rocio, a young and beautiful flamenco singer, and her Mexican boyfriend were also there. Everyone was having rebujitos and paella made with noodles (a proper dish from a certain northern city), then plates of deep fried anchovies and rounds of some other fish.
Then Darian the Mexican guy started playing and Pepe (who's name is El Zorri - the baggage cart, or something to that effect) started singing. He is famed as a dancer but sings very well too. The two gentlemen from the peña sang, and Junquerita. Luis's year old son already imitates some of the most prominent things in his young life (putting his hands together, and raising them up in the air, as well as grabbing his shirt the way the men do, jokingly imitating the women dancing with their skirts). El Gasolina, as I believe his name to be, is an excellent singer. I don't know how long it went on as I had to leave, but I prefer these gatherings over any concert on any stage.
This afternoon was the kind of thing money can't buy.
It was Pepe's birthday. I called to wish him Feliz Cumpleaños and ask what he was up to. He is turning 78, and has recently lost his wife, so is quite alone. Some of the foreign chicas have taken it upon ourselves to look after him a bit, at least as far as going out for coffee or a walk. Pepe always is dressed very fashionably. He loves red loafers and will wear a red checkered shirt, or on special occasions, red pants. He's one of the few older men I pretty much trust. 90% of them are liable to get sleazy but not him, thank goodness. Since he comes from a family of people who sing and dance, it is natural to him and all the important flamenco people know and love him. His cousin was the very famous Paquera, whose place of birth is beside Geoffrey's house. If another flamenco is nearby and starts to sing, or keep time for a couple seconds with palmas, Pepe is liable to suddenly burst out with a brief couple of stamps of the feet that sound like music - one or two syncopated beats. Not just anyone that has musical ability can just up and do this. Those that have lived this all their life, have it burst out of them all of a sudden just standing there. It's more than a matter of simply having rhythm and being on time - there is a security in the quality of the sound, whether it is palmas (clapping) or feet, and a lack of effort in the person's attitude and demeanour. People like Pepe for whom it's natural, also do some amusing or characterful gestures at the same time, just a simple shrug of the shoulders at the right moment, a certain look on their face, and an eruption of "Ah...aaah, ... A - sza!" accenting the rhythm.
Anyways, he said, "Are you coming?" I didn't even know what was going on, but obviously a party was already under way. So I went across through Barrio Santiago and over to the Bar Pulga (Bar Flea) which has written "Tio (Uncle) Gregorio Parilla" on the Cruzcampo sign at the side (like one of those round, plastic Coca Cola signs, except it's beer).
Several of the French student gang were there, along with a couple of men from the Peña Buleria, and Luis de la Tota (a maestro of rhythm with character) and his wife and little son, and Junquerita, our singer for our dance classes. Parrilla's daughter, Rocio, a young and beautiful flamenco singer, and her Mexican boyfriend were also there. Everyone was having rebujitos and paella made with noodles (a proper dish from a certain northern city), then plates of deep fried anchovies and rounds of some other fish.
Then Darian the Mexican guy started playing and Pepe (who's name is El Zorri - the baggage cart, or something to that effect) started singing. He is famed as a dancer but sings very well too. The two gentlemen from the peña sang, and Junquerita. Luis's year old son already imitates some of the most prominent things in his young life (putting his hands together, and raising them up in the air, as well as grabbing his shirt the way the men do, jokingly imitating the women dancing with their skirts). El Gasolina, as I believe his name to be, is an excellent singer. I don't know how long it went on as I had to leave, but I prefer these gatherings over any concert on any stage.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
This is top notch flamenco. Jose 'Mijita' (little bit) Carpio.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=1TXcvKYmiTk#at=501
This is a show that I saw about 3 weeks ago. Jose is a fantastic singer and it was an excellent show. He is young and still improving but for me there is little better. I have the great fortune to hear him relatively often, as he is connected to the Peña Cernicalos and sings for Carmen, does shows nearby.
Listen to the audience. After he says "Cien años después de muerto, y los gusanos mi cuerpo comio" they all yell, and someone says "¡Ole, Bien!" He has just said, "100 years after I die and the worms have eaten me..."
Today I had an interesting lesson, during my English class with Pilar, a normal Barrio San Miguel girl. (Nobody from the Barrio of San Miguel is "normal" to me. They are all a little bit - more like a lot - special). Pilar doesn't have a particular interest in flamenco, but her cousin runs the Peña buleria which is my hospital of the soul. Her mother is Dolores Agujetas' mother's cousin or something like that, and she's related as well to another famous singer La Macanita, and guitarist Domingo Rubichi. She explains that she doesn't like solitude. She was brought up in a big family and she needs people around. She says, watching a movie alone is not the same as watching with people. For example, if you are watching a comedy you laugh a lot more when the other people around you are laughing too. Same if you see a football game alone as opposed to with people. I think this point is partly obvious, but you can't really understand it, unless you have seen life in a place like this. The extent to which they express themselves when in groups is just so much greater. In a particularly moving flamenco concert, as you hear the constant yelling of encouragement while the music is happening. At a football game they far outdo anything at home, despite the fact that Canadians also occasionally go crazy for major sports events. She says, your body needs to express itself. I think in Canada, your body is used to being farther away from people, so you don't have the same feeling.
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After the class I went to the market. At the fig, nut and bean stall after giving me my half kilo of dates, the guy (whom I know to say hello to) has a pained look on his face. He says "your eyes make a person fall in love", I say thank you and he says "thank you for coming here" in a tone that feels like "thank you for gracing my stall with your presence," and continues with a pained and dramatic lovelorn look. If one were to associate the qualities of his dates with aspects of himself, one might also fall in love. He usually gives me free samples of other things and today poured a handful of the most luscious raisins into my hand.
It's summer time and the Jerezanos don't act a lot different from the other Mediterraneans who I had the special fortune of knowing in grade 2 and up. In fact, one thing that can be said about them is they seem to be very consistent, not changing much as they grow up. Just the other day I was forcibly kissed on the mouth, which has happened about 4 or 5 times during my entire time in Jerez. At least there was pleasant conversation first this time. I'm not sure if the person really meant to do that as he will have to face me in the future.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=1TXcvKYmiTk#at=501
This is a show that I saw about 3 weeks ago. Jose is a fantastic singer and it was an excellent show. He is young and still improving but for me there is little better. I have the great fortune to hear him relatively often, as he is connected to the Peña Cernicalos and sings for Carmen, does shows nearby.
Listen to the audience. After he says "Cien años después de muerto, y los gusanos mi cuerpo comio" they all yell, and someone says "¡Ole, Bien!" He has just said, "100 years after I die and the worms have eaten me..."
Today I had an interesting lesson, during my English class with Pilar, a normal Barrio San Miguel girl. (Nobody from the Barrio of San Miguel is "normal" to me. They are all a little bit - more like a lot - special). Pilar doesn't have a particular interest in flamenco, but her cousin runs the Peña buleria which is my hospital of the soul. Her mother is Dolores Agujetas' mother's cousin or something like that, and she's related as well to another famous singer La Macanita, and guitarist Domingo Rubichi. She explains that she doesn't like solitude. She was brought up in a big family and she needs people around. She says, watching a movie alone is not the same as watching with people. For example, if you are watching a comedy you laugh a lot more when the other people around you are laughing too. Same if you see a football game alone as opposed to with people. I think this point is partly obvious, but you can't really understand it, unless you have seen life in a place like this. The extent to which they express themselves when in groups is just so much greater. In a particularly moving flamenco concert, as you hear the constant yelling of encouragement while the music is happening. At a football game they far outdo anything at home, despite the fact that Canadians also occasionally go crazy for major sports events. She says, your body needs to express itself. I think in Canada, your body is used to being farther away from people, so you don't have the same feeling.
*********************************************
After the class I went to the market. At the fig, nut and bean stall after giving me my half kilo of dates, the guy (whom I know to say hello to) has a pained look on his face. He says "your eyes make a person fall in love", I say thank you and he says "thank you for coming here" in a tone that feels like "thank you for gracing my stall with your presence," and continues with a pained and dramatic lovelorn look. If one were to associate the qualities of his dates with aspects of himself, one might also fall in love. He usually gives me free samples of other things and today poured a handful of the most luscious raisins into my hand.
It's summer time and the Jerezanos don't act a lot different from the other Mediterraneans who I had the special fortune of knowing in grade 2 and up. In fact, one thing that can be said about them is they seem to be very consistent, not changing much as they grow up. Just the other day I was forcibly kissed on the mouth, which has happened about 4 or 5 times during my entire time in Jerez. At least there was pleasant conversation first this time. I'm not sure if the person really meant to do that as he will have to face me in the future.
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Moneo family singing
I just found this video. It's the Moneo family singing bulerias. There are a bunch of clips, all separate. This is a really good recording and gives you a good idea of what it's really like in a spontaneous fiesta. This is the treasure that us foreigners seek and sometimes are lucky to watch.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hfw7f0zSfgM
Here is another brilliant one. This is just some kind of gathering and it would all be totally spontaneous, nobody practiced getting up to dance, that is to say. Of course they know how generally.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fYJUpHKtgzE
The guy on left at end is Luis Peña, a teacher I studied with briefly in Sevilla. He doesn't usually come to Jerez.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hfw7f0zSfgM
Here is another brilliant one. This is just some kind of gathering and it would all be totally spontaneous, nobody practiced getting up to dance, that is to say. Of course they know how generally.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fYJUpHKtgzE
The guy on left at end is Luis Peña, a teacher I studied with briefly in Sevilla. He doesn't usually come to Jerez.
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