TY - JOUR
AU - Martin, Tenley
AB - [Perhaps one of my most memorable flamenco experiences occurred when a friend of mine, Paco, attended a flamenco performance in a small bar called La Candela. After the show, the manager, Octavio, whom we had befriended, invited us into the basement which, as it turned out, was only for invited guests. It was unlike any VIP lounge I had ever been to before and, in fact, was an underground cave with whitewashed stone walls, a dirty stone floor, stone benches, and a few rickety tables. Surrounded by a thin veil of cigarette smoke (illegal indoors in Spain), we sat down with our drinks and gradually a few others began to trickle into the little room. Most of the clientele, I later found out, were Gitanos stopping by after working in the tablaos. Everyone sat around chatting, drinking, and smoking (a habit which, despite a nationwide ban, was clearly allowed in this part of the venue) and then someone started lightly clapping palmas. The room was soon packed with patrons, who had been invited into the private cave by Octavio. Soon, the Gitano next to me began to sing, while people clapped a bulerías rhythm or knuckle-tapped on the table. The rest of the group in the small grotto moved into a rough circle where the first singer had been sitting, and some paid attention while others continued their quiet conversations.]
TI - Transnational Flamenco: Madrid: The Consummate Professional Scene
DA - 2020-01-21
UR - https://www.deepdyve.com/lp/springer-journals/transnational-flamenco-madrid-the-consummate-professional-scene-DHfCVCDU05
DP - DeepDyve
ER -