The Magic of Flamenco…

Magic of flamenco. Photo by tabitum

I miss watching live flamenco. Only this morning I was chatting with a couple of students, one of them is a real, true fan of flamenco, and he was telling me about all the best places to see authentic flamenco. “Not any of this guiri rubbish,” he said, laughing.

Now that I live out in the sticks, the only live flamenco I can see is on youtube. Here’s my favourite compilation of Spanish guitar, which has inspired my writing a lot.

I miss those nights when my wife and I used to go out for tapas in the centre, then go to watch a free show.

I miss the sweaty vibe, the cheeky glasses of sweet sherry, seeing familiar faces of the flamenco dancers and guitarists, and staying up late watching live shows.

I miss seeing the dancers faces express their emotions, scrunching their eyes as if in pain, twisting their bodies, making slamming sounds on the floor, and showing their passion to the crowd.

I miss the wailing, the stomping, and the plucking.

Flamenco has been a huge influence on my life here in Seville. Not only the inspiration for my first novel, which is festering away on my hard drive, waiting for me to read again soon, but also a great influence on my Spanish knowledge.

Being out in the suburbs, maybe my neighbours won’t complain if I picked up my guitar again, something I haven’t done for a few years since I realised I was just pants at playing. Maybe I’ll try again in the New Year, play a song or two for my kids, and watch them dance.

If you are thinking of coming to Seville to see flamenco, then check out this article I wrote a while ago about the best tablaos to see flamenco. These are more touristy places though, perhaps I’ll get more names from my student tomorrow and do some research into newer ones. But for now, have a look at this article on Simon Seeks, called Feel the Duende from flamenco shows in Seville…

Until next week…happy dancing…

7 thoughts on “The Magic of Flamenco…

      1. That would be good, thanks. Perhaps you would be kind enough to email me when outdoor so that I do not miss it. Regards

      1. So far all we’ve found is the tourist style ones and although they give the general effect and some of them are great, they don’t give the feeling that you get when you see the real thing. We saw some fantastic dancing at the feria in Mijas last year by people just dancing in the street and to the music playing and the local dance troupes did some great dancing at the auditorium. We also saw a fantastic concert of flamenco singers and guitarists too, my OH isn’t as keen as me, and so we didn’t see the whole thing. It is so impressive when you see the young children just practicing the moves as they hear music playing too. All we have here in the UK is Morris dancing – not quite the same passion needed to dance that 😉

  1. Enjoyed a browse through your posts on Flamenco and love the passion for the craft; that spirit of duende. I went looking for the story of the dance through the landscape, the passions of the people, and found marvellous art works (Malaga) and the gritty images through the lens of Colita’s (Isabel Esteva) fabulous documentary photography.
    Andalucia with it’s wild craggy mountains and wide plains certainly captures rebellious spirit. Look forward to hearing whether your book is published?

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