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Ricardo -> RE: 20 years ago, Camaron de la Isla passed away (Sep. 15 2012 9:22:49)
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ORIGINAL: Erik van Goch
The year Camaron died was the worst year in my live. It was the year i was planning to graduate with honer after studying 8 years at Paco Peñas flamenco school, but as it turned out disaster after disaster popped up. First Camaron died and 2 days later i lost the equally important Astor Piazzolla (loosing two out of 4 musical hero's). Next i lost mounds because i was forced to move my house (renovation). In november i suffered my very first tendinites. In january i finally was ready to start preparations but when i finally got "in the mood" my mother died. I didn't play for weeks and got shingles in the proses. 2 mounds prior to my exam i was finally able to "study" 1 or 2 hours a day, although "moving my fingers" would be a better description. I did pas (with good remarks) but obviously not cum laude as planed.....soit
Saillant detail was that with the first 6 people graduating at Paco's University course 3 out of 6 lost a parents shortly before there final exam. The first one died 6 mounds for the exam, 3 years later my mother died 3 mounds before my exam and 1 or 2 years later the last one died on the day of the final exam. Many have graduated since and as far as i can tell all went well ever since.
Odd, similar events here. I was not into flamenco at the time, no clue who camaron was, but remember the day and what I was doing reading about it years later. It's sort of personal to me, not going to share, but I remember that day exactly and in hindsight found it interesting coincidence (where were you when bla bla disaster happened type thing) after reading some biography of Camaron's career.
I was however into Al Dimeola and had just picked up his world sinfonia which contained some Piazzola stuff, that summer. The liner notes talked about how he had suffered and was saddly going to die before Dimeola had a chance to play together after receiving music via mail. I shared the disc with my father that summer, he was a classical guitarist and I was Rock player, but he had eclectic tastes and I thought he might be impressed finally with stuff I was into. As it turned out, he was really into Piazzolla already and had arranged some of his pieces for his chamber group with flute and cello. I had finally found some common ground with my dad the musician and that summer for the first time we sat down and played some music together. My father himself died literally weeks or days after this, major life changing event for me as you can imagine.
Since that summer, I have made it a point whenever i meet musicians of whatever genre/nationality/culture/fame/level/ego etc....I don't hesitate to pull out the guitar and try to meet them in the middle and experience the communion of playing together, cuz the thing lurks in the back of my mind that his may be the LAST opportunity. As a result, I have had some amazing encounters, most ending positively. The worst thing for me is when a guitarist has the chance, but for whatever reason decides to keep it in the case.
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