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So sad... What a coincidence this thread, I read it yesterday and wasn't expecting such terrible news when I opened it again today...
Absolutely, same here... :-\
I was just watching this video of Habichuela and thought "mmm, this might well be Habichuela in Heaven just now..." Love the birds chirping in the background. Beautiful but also a bit sad...
It makes me think of the roles played by these extended families in keeping flamenco alive and developing while at the same time trying to earn a living. Of the four brothers Juan, Pepe, Luis and Carlos only Pepe and Carlos are left. Luis was a fine player in a similar style to Juan. He died in 1993 in his fifties.
Here is Luis Habichuela in action with Fernanda de Utrera.
"Anything you do can be fixed. What you cannot fix is the perfection of a blank page. What you cannot fix is that pristine, unsullied whiteness of a screen or a page with nothing on it—because there’s nothing there to fix."
For those who don't understand Spanish, a rough translation of what his son is saying:
"I hope that his music will live on, that people will celebrate him and see that, as a guitarist, he was a real fighter. He traveled the world, he was invited to the Kennedy's home, he played for all of the greats: Camaron, El Lebrijano, Fosforito, Chiquetete..." "I lost a father, someone deeply important to me, someone who taught me many things in life, about how to be a musician and how to be a human being and above all how to be a Granaino. Granada was everything to him."
"Anything you do can be fixed. What you cannot fix is the perfection of a blank page. What you cannot fix is that pristine, unsullied whiteness of a screen or a page with nothing on it—because there’s nothing there to fix."
ORIGINAL: Leñador Outside of doing flamenco things I never met a single person in Sevilla that liked flamenco and I was there for a month drinking in a lot of bars.
Last time I was in Sevilla a few years ago all the good hotels downtown were full, so I stayed in Triana. The hotel was decent, there was a cab stand down the street, bars with decent tapas within walking distance, and a passable restaurant or two.
One day I went down to the cab stand to catch a ride to the Alcazar to take some photos. The cab driver said he lived in Triana. I asked him about flamenco, he named a place.
I said, "Dicen que en algunos lugares, no habran mas que sevillanas."
"¡Sí señor!" replied the cabbie, with considerable enthusiasm, "¡Sevillanas, sevilanas, na' mas que sevillanas, to'a la noche!"
"¡Sí señor!" replied the cabbie, with considerable enthusiasm, "¡Sevillanas, sevilanas, na' mas que sevillanas, to'a la noche!"
Oh jeez, shoot me in the head. Not saying ALL Sevillanas is bad but to'a la noche would make me sick. Scratch that, more than one would make me sick lol
@Estevan, great picks!! That's Santiago Donday one is sooooo perfect!
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