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I guess I'll add my experience here (and it is absolutely true!). When my grandfather passed away, I went to the service and was handed a sort of program. At the top of the page was the name of the priest: "Reverend Boring". I kid you not! Also, great playing Ron! And another "thank you" to Norman for the trouble to translate for us!
I'm not going to translate it because it's too long and there's not really much interesting information anyway. One thing worth mentioning is that he asked the audience for a round of applause for Moraíto and Diego del Morao, saying that they're two of the best guitarists in history and that they were making him feel nervous that night.
One thing worth mentioning is that he asked the audience for a round of applause for Moraíto and Diego del Morao, saying that they're two of the best guitarists in history and that they were making him feel nervous that night.
Spanish politeness never ceases to amuse me. They say come for dinner. When you go they look at you surprised and pretend they have never encountered the word dinner in their entire life.
Paco's interviewers should be required to view his documentary before questioning him. I am sick of the same old questions and the same old responses.
About the name game you guys are playing. When I was in middle school (age 11-13) I found it interesting the industrial arts teacher (making things out of sheet metal and wood and stuff) was named Mr. Kraft, the home economics teacher was named Mrs. Baker, the band teacher was named Mr. Propts, and the school nurse was mrs. Skelton.
In an altered state from a high fever due to the flu, I fell to reading the Austin, Texas telephone directory. I ran across Ray Grunt and Prissy Fullilove.