[Flamenco reaches deep into not the soul, but the gut. Somehow, while embracing the most cultured expressions of civilization in its costuming and presentation, it reaches back to a primitive part of our nature that pre-dates language and agriculture. This particular performance eschews stage lighting and elaborate costuming to the more gritty backdrop of the... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →