Miguel de Maria -> RE: Encuentro Videos Revisted (Nov. 1 2003 0:57:40)
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My first flamenco performance was with my teacher at the time, about 15 dance students and the maestra, Lydia Torrea (an American who lives here that worked at one time in Spain). I was warming up with my new Vicente Carillo blanca when another guitarist, Kurt, who was playing before me, got ahold of it. "This is awesome, man! This is an awesome guitar! The action's so low and the tone is killer, and the golpes are ripping off the soundboard! Can I play it for my song?" He was accompanying a young dancer doing her debut. I reluctantly acquiesced, although it would certainly complicate things: as he was leaving the stage he would have to give me the guitar and I would have to hope it was in tune. He did his piece, playing with his usual ferocity. I watched as they did their thing, a tangos with tarantas chords. She was shaking her butt, then she did a desplante--another--another! Kurt missed it! Kurt, who is usually so solid, had missed it. Then I looked and to my horror saw a string hanging wildy off the bridge, the e string. Kurt finished off and as my group arrived and his left, he handed it to me, shrugging "I'm sorry, dude!" Another guitarist met me onstage, gave me his guitar, cold, unfamiliar, flat-feeling, out of tune. We tuned up, it seemed to take forever, the dancers were getting anxious... And then we played! Lydia told me never to lend my guitar to anyone else, under any conditions. "That just isn't done!"
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