I am sitting on my bed looking up at the Alhambra. (No, I am not joking.) It is almost 1am, and I am in Granada. I was doing almost this exact same thing at almost this exact same time last night.
In a moment I'll get to this week's letra along with a great raw video of Junco singing and playing guitar for the camera.
But first I want to tell you more about yesterday
I began writing this note to you in my little book yesterday evening at the Mirador de San Nicolás while listening to two guys playing rumbas with (once again) the Alhambra as my back drop.
Me pongo a cantar y no puedo
la garganta no me ayuda
tengo que tomar zumito
de la naranja moruna
I go to sing and I can't
My throat doesn't help me
I have to drink the juice
of the Moorish orange
Here's an interpretation from Miguel Poveda of the popular Bulerías de Cádiz reflecting upon the current-day situation in Spain. Scroll down for an out-of-control amazing video of a live performance, ¡que compás y gracia! with José Quevedo, Diego del Morao, El Londro, Luis Cantarote, and my (not real) boyfriend's real brother, Carlos Grilo.
Bulerías de Cai
Con el caray, caray, caray,
éstas son las cosas que pasan en Cai,
que ni la hambre la vamos a sentir,
que mire usted que gracia tiene este país.