Word: flamencoing
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Several other pieces, such as “She Rode Me Down,” follow in the title track’s motley footsteps. Sharp winds and crashes of a thunderstorm give way to flamenco guitar strumming and maracas, mixing with the quirky tinkle of a glockenspiel, hand claps and a spirited jazz flute. The somber growling of a cello intimates the lyrics Staples croons (“She rode me like a storm / Like a soaking brooding storm”), while the clear, brassy peals of the horn section end the track on a vigorous note. It?...
...this highly autonomous region, others see the rejection of bullfighting as a rejection of Spain itself - and thus a promotion, in the Manichean logic of such things, of Catalan identity. In Catalonia, after all, people dance sardanas instead of flamenco, prefer their death-defying feats in the form of castellers (human towers comprised of people standing on the shoulders of others in ever-smaller circles) and turn every Barça vs. Real Madrid match into a bout for national honor. More substantively - and controversially - the region requires all students to be educated in the Catalan language and is engaged...
EVERYWHERE Mil Besos Colombian-born photographer Ruven Afanador pays homage to the flamenco dancers of southern Spain's Andalusia region in his monograph of striking black-and-white images published by Rizzoli...
GRANADA, Spain — No one should ever leave Andalucia without watching flamenco, the quintessential dance of southern Spain, at least once. Admittedly, I had my doubts when I signed up for what appeared to be some kind of packaged “deal” (it included transportation to and from the performance, with a free drink thrown in). I was prepared for a cheesy evening, ready to encounter the clichéd España of American films and guidebooks. But, once I entered the darkened flamenco club and the guitarist struck the first note...
...only after the dancers had left the stage and the lights had gone up that I was able to appreciate how deeply flamenco sucks in the audience. My pulse was racing and my throat was dry, almost as if I had been up there on the stage myself...