Flamenco

[I’ve seen four live flamenco performances in my life, most recently a few weeks ago in Madrid, Spain. Each one has has splashed beyond the surface of my mud puddle of a life to stir the animal within. Is it the rhythm? The posturing? The ululation? (Don’t get to use that word in a sentence very often.) The sexuality? All of the above? Turn up the sound and see if it taps into something deep within you. SB SM]