Today, to wrap up love month, a song that falls on the tragic side of love.
This one was on a compilation CD I purchased soon after returning from Spain the first time. I would listen to it over and over again.
Following the words you'll find a collection of videos one of which is Pepe de Lucía and his daughter Malú singing it live, another from the Spanish version of The Voice, one of a little boy who will blow you away, one with some very cool dancing, and one from La Macanita.
Sueño De Amor (Al Alba)
Pepe de Lucía
Te marchaste al alba
Llenaste mi cuerpo con el fuego de tu amor
Y te fuiste al alba
Y al alba, y al alba
Today I share with you a video of Manuel Lombo doing his thing at a juerga in Spain. While the previous posts in the flamenco cuplé series have featured more polished videos, this one is completely raw. Not only in its quality but in the nature of the singing. It takes place at a juerga, spontaneous and natural. Manuel begins singing letras then moves to cuplés, with plenty of dancing in-between. He is backed by a chorus of jaleos and palmas that help us to feel the energy in the room.
But before we watch anything, here are the words to the final song, written by Mexican composer and songwriter Álvaro Carrillo. I love the part of the video where Manuel sings this song. From the collective olés upon hearing his first line, to the crowd joining him in singing at the end to the part where he dances himself off ...
The moon is almost full, so I've included a lunar themed letra for you. (Though this one would make more sense on a new moon...) And since yesterday's video analysis was a hit, I decided to do another. Below you'll find a video of Beatríz Morales dancing to today's letra and giving many clear examples of what it looks like to dance to the cante along with my description of where each component of the structure occurs within her dance. Check it out, and find out what the ultimate bulerías goal is.
Esta noche la luna a mí no me acompaña
Me voy solo pa' casa
No espero al alba
La luna se ha enfadado por no llevarla
anoche a la verbena de Santa Ana
No me enfades luna, tú no me enfades.
Saturday evening the moon shone so brightly against a miraculously clear sky. Miraculously clear because that same sky had spent most of the day wearing all shades of grey and only shades of grey. I guess it cleared up just in time for the moon to let us know that it was almost full.
Last night the moon showed off again, full and bright in the February sky.
And, so, today, a letra referencing the moon. (It's another one from Zorri.)
Estaba la luna clara
yo te vi pasar con otro
estaba la luna clara
el cielo me se nubló
y el resplando de mi cara
nunca cogerá el color
Last night we saw the full moon.
We were at the beach for the Flamenco Retreat at the Oregon Coast.
So today, this letra.
A un río bajé a beber
y estaba la luna clara
a un río bajé a beber
y al agacharme a beber
vi los ojos de tu cara
y al agua yo la besé
On the last Flamenco Tour to Jerez the ladies spent a good amount of time in the bar talking to José Luís and Maribel (our hosts). This is often the case as they are quite fun to chat with, and they make us feel at home. (Some people don't speak Spanish. I'm convinced this makes the conversations all the more fun.) So Luís loves flamenco letras and happily shares them with us.
One day Stefani and I were sitting at the bar, and she asked him if he was an aficionado. He told us that he wasn't but that he used to be. He said that when he was younger he would go to the peñas and keep up with what was going on in the flamenco world. He told us he is no longer as dedicated.
Anyway, when you walk into Luís and Maribel's bar you see a big wooden bureau to the left with a man's face carved into it. That man is El Torta.
I have been anxiously awaiting the full moon. I have my reasons.
But according to this letra, no moon is necessary...
No salga la luna
que no tiene pa qué,
con los ojitos de mi compañera
The moon shouldn't come out,
it has no reason to,
by the eyes of my love*
I'll be lit up.
I saw him perform for the first time in 2011 in Jerez at the peña. He was having a good night, and I was told were were lucky. I saw him perform the next time I was there. Again, they said it was a good night.
On December 31 El Torta, Juan Moneo, passed away.
Today, one of his bulerías.
It's a full moon today. And so...
¿Quién me contaría a mí de qué está hecha la luna?
Si de rosas, de jazmines o de sábanas de cuna.
La luna llena.
Tú eres errante,
tú eres flamenca, ay, y canastera.
Y en lo alto del monte le dice piropos
un olivo a una estrella.
Y por ser la más guapa y celosa,
la luna se ha pintao los ojillos color de aceituna.