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RE: Enrique Morente has passed away (in reply to John O.)
I've just heard on the news that the family's asked for an autopsy in order to determine whether or not the first surgeon was negligent. Some sources are still saying that the first operation was a stomach ulcer but there are other reports that it was actually cancer. In any case, a few days after the first operation, something went terribly wrong.
RE: Enrique Morente has passed away (in reply to John O.)
OMG! NO!...I just found out via this post! I had just posted here the other day that he was in the Hospital and that they pronounced he went into coma. Then in another news source I saw he was stabile without mentioning coma, so I was hoping that he would be fine... Very very sad news!! This must be devastating for the whole family, and also for the whole flamenco world... Wow...this sucks, I'm gonna play Despegando now...
RE: Enrique Morente has passed away (in reply to John O.)
It was a very strange atmosphere in Granada on monday night as many bars and restaurants shut their doors in reverence. Today the funeral saw the people of granada lining the streets to see the coffin.
Gerardo Nuñez wrote to many of his students today to express his sadness
"Duele. Está uno tan acostumbrado a que Enrique Morente “esté ahí”... Mucho antes de inventarse las redes sociales, siglos antes del tuiter y del feisbú, Enrique entendía muy bien en qué consistían las dichosas redes sociales; de hecho, estoy seguro de que a lo largo de toda su vida lo que más le ha entretenido ha sido tejer esa tupida red de amigos que se encuentra, se reencuentra o se requetereencuentra gracias a él. Gente que se conoce entre sí de haber compartido con él aunque sólo sea un minuto, o la vida entera, o se conoce simplemente “de oídas”, porque alguna vez tuvieron algo que ver con Enrique y él los situó en el circuito de amistad que no dejó de alimentar hasta el final y más allá. Ayer, en la SGAE, con Enrique de cuerpo presente, volví a tener mis veinte años, volví a ser un recién llegado a las noches del Candelica, volví a encontrarme con mis amigos, los de Enrique, que todavía sigue alimentando su red social de amigos por cada barrio del mundo entero." - Gerardo Nuñez
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RE: Enrique Morente has passed away (in reply to Pimientito)
Estrella sings at his funeral. Very moving albeit slightly strange as well as they had created a chapel of rest in the Teatro Isobel Catolica so its also a bit like a stage show.
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RE: Enrique Morente has passed away (in reply to Pimientito)
There are a few celestial names in the flamenco’s firmament. That of Enrique Morente has ceased blinking, but just like any faraway star, his light will continue to shine for generations to come.
I discovered him in the one video which, in my uneducated appreciation, I recurrently cited as my absolute favorite cante. I will link it once more, to thank Enrique Morente for the gift he shared and to celebrate the inspiring beauty of his voice.
As much as I have lost interest in flamenco, you dear Enrique, will remain on the compelling playlist of my sweetest memories of this music; memories of things I tried so hard to understand, and in one song you explained with the simplicity of a fairytale. Regardless of complex palos and scholarly classified traditions, flamenco speaks plain words of real suffering and rare moments of joy, of the helpless inferiority of man in the unrelenting struggle to live, of the passion, pain and pride which we all share. Flamenco speaks from the heart, and yours will always have with us, pulsating in twelve beats... in your immortal solea.