Word: flamencoing
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...youthful figure in tight pants and short jacket, his arms raised in the gypsy dancer's graceful but virile pose. For seven minutes, accompanied only by the rhythmic snapping of his fingernails, he stamped and whirled through the old dances, ending with the crescendo stamping of the flamenco Zapateado. At the finish. Escudero stood motionless, his face whitened and pinched by the effort, as spectators jumped to their feet, applauding wildly. From the gallery, a voice hoarse with emotion shouted: "Vicente, esto es!" (Vicente, that...
...invited him to join her on a U.S. tour; when she died unexpectedly, Escudero made a triumphal trip alone. Glory and wealth poured in. But when World War II closed the frontiers of Europe, he went back to Spain to find that times had changed; the popularity of pure flamenco was waning, and younger dancers were experimenting with the continental ballet style. Escudero scraped together what was left of his fabled earnings and formed his own company, but changing tastes and the indifference of impresarios forced him to close after a few performances...
Flowers Freeze. Lonely and embittered, he took to haunting Madrid's dingier coffeehouses. He gave a few lessons. Much of the rest of his time he spent writing pamphlets attacking modern dance. "The art of genuine flamenco is lost," he says. "Nowadays, male dancers look like grass hoppers or ballerinas." His rules: "Remain still . . . Do not wiggle the hips . . . Dance like...
Montoya (Cook). Eight flaming flamenco guitar solos by the gypsy master, Carlos Montoya. Each number, whether in reflective waltz tempo or a syncopated Bulerias, thrums the gamut from smooth seductiveness to bursts of passion. Carlos Montoya's finest recording...
...shabby cafe, and are followed with an artful candid camera about the wintry city as they hunger for food or affection and disclose, in commonplace words and gestures, the misery that grips most of them. The resulting snapshots go deeper than a surface image: ¶The little flamenco street singer has the face of "a perverted farmyard beast. He is too young in years for cynicism-or resignation-to have slashed its mark across his face, and therefore it has a beautiful, candid stupidity." He sings from 1 p.m. to 11, spends more than half of what he earns...