Actually, that's not what I think at all, it's just today's letra...
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Actually, that's not what I think at all, it's just today's letra...
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There was a request for the words to the song in this post...
They're rather fuerte.
You can hear Camarón singing it here and again here.
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Tienes que derramar más sangre
que un torito bravo en su muerte
no sé como tienes valor
pá hablar de mi malamente.
You have to shed more blood
than a fighting bull at his death
I don't know how you have the courage
to speak badly of me.
Today's letra has me dreaming. I wish it had occurred to me a couple of weeks ago while in San Diego when Margot asked to learn a new song. Because this one feels just right for my sobrinas.
I want what it speaks of.
Un puente. Yes, a bridge. And I would make it a magic bridge. A bridge that could take us over a thousand miles in mere minutes. Oh the visits we would have!
Anyway, we can sing it together next time.
For today, I share it with you.
Today a tangos letra and a video of Jesús Méndez and Miguel Poveda.
You may recall last year when three little girls did fandangos.
A couple of weeks ago when I went to visit those girls Margot and Ada almost immediately started asking when we would get to do flamenco. My spring visit there was so short that we didn't do any. None at all. Apparently they weren't going to let that happen again.
Margot said she wanted to learn a new song and dance this time. And she said she wanted it to be short since we were without a lot of time.
We did tangos.
And while I'm not really into vengeance, this letra was on my mind. And it met Margot's requirement of being short.
Here's a video of Jesús Mendez from that show we saw the final night of the Spain Tour. Go to 10:15 to hear today's letra and to see Jesús's mother-in-law sing it. Watch her.
Watch it all. You'll see lots of good stuff. Like Perico playing cajón and palmas.
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Que cosita más sensible
es pelear con la muerte
y alcanzarla es imposible
It's Friday... And the world is still here.
And there are more bulerías.
Ponte donde yo te vea
¿Por qué no le das ese gustito a mi cuerpo
aunque otra cosa no puedas?
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Come where I can see you
Why not give this pleasure to my body
even though you can't do anything else?
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Bulerías are back in January. And if you just can't wait until then, come to the holiday fiesta. After all, what kind of a party would it be without bulerías?
Translating is a challenge for me. You know that. Especially the final line of this letra. Please feel free to leave your suggestions in the comments. And, of course, feel free to let me know what else is on your mind...
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You've heard me talk about Perico Navarro. Below is a letra that he likes followed by a video of Camarón singing it.
Written by Omar Khayyan...
Un poco de pan,
un poco de agua fresca,
la sombra de un árbol y tus ojos.
Ningún sultán mas felíz que yo.
Ningún mendigo más triste.
En continuación... (of the bulerías series, the little goodbye to Jerez) A few words from Mercedes Ruíz on bulerías.
¿Qué es lo que te gusta de la bulería? A mí me gusta porque es un palo muy festero y que puedo improvisar mucho.
She likes that it is a festive party palo, and she can improvise a lot.
¿Por qué crees que a nosotros extranjeros nos cuesta tanto bailar por bulerías? A los extranjeros creo que les cuesta porque la bulería es mucho de escuchar el cante, y hasta que no entienden eso no se puede bailar con naturalidad.
She thinks bulerías is hard for foreigners because listening to the singing is such a big part of it. Until this is understood, one cannot dance in a natural-way.
To watch a video with some insights from Perico Navarro, her cajón player, about why it's hard for us...click here.
And, if you want to read longer and perhaps more fascinating interviews with Mercedes, click here, here, here, here, and then here.
What are your thoughts? I myself used to hate bulerías. But not anymore. Do you like this palo? Why? Do you hate it? Why? Stefani was just telling me the other day about how much she didn't like bulerías, because of the cante. But I think she really likes it. Anyway, tell me what you think by leaving a comment here.
A new series begins in January. Stay tuned for details.
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Ricardo is gone. I'm missing him. Here's another tangos we danced with him...
Adiós patio de la cárcel
rincón de la barberia
el quien no tiene dinero
lo afeita con agua fría
We had FUN with Ricardo. (If you missed him this time, don't cry, he'll be back...)
(It really moved me...)
"Thank YOU so much! I had an amazing time this weekend with you, Ricardo, and everyone at your studio. I am really just blown away, in so many ways.
Laura I have not danced in at least 4 years. No exercise, no dancing, nada. I have been going crazy all this time, with this love inside me, trying to channel it through cante occasionally but most of the time having no outlet.
I have been scared I couldn't make it,
Tangos. And a brief departure from the bulerías series. I'll come back to it soon. Last weekend Ricardo taught us some Tangos de Málaga. And this weekend, we'll get more. Below, a letra he sang for us.
(...de Málaga, del Piyayo, del Titi)
Te pongas como te pongas
si eres fea lo serás
por mucho que te compongas
Don't worry, It's not you who I want nothing to do with. In fact, it's not anyone. It's just today's letra.
¿Y por qué?
Because this week has been all about bulerías,
Here I am in Portland with Ricardo López, and he made my day when he suggested we do bulerías in one of the workshops. He then put the icing on the cake when he said we should dance to a tema by Joaquin el Zambo...
For Katie to leave today.
But she has already gone...Last Sunday when everybody else left, I felt like a mother whose babies were leaving. Even though I don't really know how that feels.
For myself to leave...
Read on for a video of Miguel Poveda, Jesús Méndez, and Perico Navarro and a beautiful letra by Antonio Gallardo.
Today was the last bulerias class for everyone on the Spain Tour, my exotic pets.
And tomorrow is the final class with Mercedes.
Then on Sunday everyone leaves. I am feeling pretty sad about that. Thank goodness Katie is staying...
But back to bulerías class.
Today was a celebratory day. Just about everyone got cerveza. Yes, beer. When Ani is in a good mood and really likes what you do she gives you beer. I didn't get any beer.
Today everyone came to bulerías class.
My dad, Kuma, and, of course, my exotic pets. (That is what they've started calling themselves, the Spain Tour students. I much prefer it to Spain Tour students, and I can't tell you what fun it is to bring exotic pets along on a trip...)
Anyway, below is a letra that Junquerita sang today. Ani did as well.
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Me entró sueño y me dormí
me despertaron los gallos
cantando quiriquíquí
I got tired,
and I went to sleep
I was awaken by the roosters singing cock-a-doodle-doo
Tonight I heard Felipa la del Moreno sing accompanied by Manuel Valencia on guitar. Wow.
They were at the peña Tío José de Paula in el Barrio Santiago. This was the second of the three flamenco shows I went to tonight. So much going on here. All on the same night. And kind of all at the same time. But somehow we still managed to get to all three...
Below is a tarantos she sang tonight.
Tarantos.
Since I was just telling you about how Manuel Liñan danced por tarantos on Wednesday.
Some good things have happened since my trip began. And I've already learned something very important. A story and a video of Manuel Liñan dancing.
On Monday I went to the Portland airport.
I befriended the woman standing behind me in the security line who, as it turns out, I already knew. We talked and I told her about my trip. She told me it was going to be great even though I was scared that everything would fall apart. She also told me I would definitely organize more...
On Tuesday I arrived in Madrid.
It was sunny and the sky was blue. I was in Spain and happy.
Now I am in Jerez. It is rainy and the sky is grey. I am still in Spain. I am still happy.
It's late, but it's still Friday. Here is a letra from Camarón that José taught us...
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Que me lleve contigo
Porque yo no me hallo
Lejo de tu cariño.