Bulerías
por solea
When you miss me
the day you miss me
you will lose your mind
you will run in my search
like a bolting horse.
You will enter my house
and you will not see me
and you bill miss me.
Come
here, you evil woman.
Tell me what is your motive.
No motive
and yet you give me nasty looks.
Because of you I see myself
hated by all.
I am a martyr of desire.
Tonás
Run,
go and tell
the foreman
the crime I have committed
I have fallen asleep.
Drowsiness conquers the lion.
So
severe
my trials are
that my bed does not allow me
to raise early.
We are four brothers
I am the unlucky one.
Because my hand drew out my lot
I have been made a soldier.
The cart carrying
the dead
came down this way.
Because his hand was hanging out
I knew it was him.
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Don't let anybody
deceive himself. This record in no way just another record. At play, the sober
but always impeccable guitar of Curro "Serna"; at the singing, the sturdy and
erstwhile voice of Manuel Agujetas. Both together, truth with no filigree:pure
essence of Jerez. After seven years recording nothing, Agujetas reappears with
new lyrics and more than a dozen songs that are already on their own right, relics
to be enjoyed.
The above lines
are enough to dispel any doubts about its value, but moreover, the recording has
not been hurriedly made. This record proudly tells the story of a session of pure
flamenco. It started with an idea that was later nurtured by a long and sincere
friendship (that between Manuel and Francis, the manager of the "Colmao" (a public
place where there is cante and guitar playing and wine drinking) and was finally
coined under the technical direction of Julián Sanz. There, in his cave, it was
recorded. For three nights, without stopping, Agujetas poured out his cante at
will. A few friends and some photographs were his witnesses.
Out of the twenty
six songs that were initially recorded with the best technical equipment, sixteen
have been selected. A document of sound that reflects the warm atmosphere of that
close artist-connoisseurs communion.
Therefore, relax.
Make yourself comfortable and get ready to listen to fandangos, bulerías, soleares,
seguiriyas... And when it seems that everything has finished, listen. A few seconds
of silence, the guitar is quiet, the audience leaves, the lights of the cave are
out... and then, a tell, a tell-tale microphone records just a voice. A genuine
toná that has impregnated for ever the naked bricks of that forge, Agujetas cave..
R.E.I.R.
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