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PACO DE LUCÍA.
LAS VENTAS BULLRING IN MADRID
Historic work in the
ring
S.C. Madrid, September 22nd, 2005
‘Cositas buenas’ (‘Good
Little Things’). Paco
de Lucía: guitar. Duquende, Montse Cortés,
La Tana: cante. Niño Josele: second guitar. Piraña:
percussion. Antonio Serrano: harmonica, keyboard. Alain Pérez:
bass. Las Ventas Bullring. Madrid, September 22nd, 2005. 10
p.m.
Paco de Lucía (Photo:
Daniel Muñoz) |
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He came into the world four months ago and he's already been
to one of the best concerts in his life. Rafael, Diego el
Cigala's little boy, was one of the ten thousand spectators
on the night of Thursday, September 22nd, 2005 who packed
Madrid's Las Ventas, the world's foremost ring for matadors...
and now for flamencos, too. Although he has been filling venues
of such magnitude for decades, Paco de Lucía once again
made history precisely thirty years after playing for the
first time at the Royal Theater in the Spanish capital, a
stage which opened up to a kind of music hitherto banned on
the ‘cultured’ Spanish circuit (but not the world
one). Historic concerts.
From the boxes, a fantastic view. The ring covered with a
red carpet and turned into rows of seats; the lower tiers
quickly filling up; the grandstands, brimming over as soon
as the doors were opened; vendors selling soft drinks, potato
chips, seat cushions. The Goya-style decoration framing the
stage is best not mentioned. And the luxuriant plants, as
always, being the only stage design. When the spotlights,
which nearly turn night into day, are switched off, there
is an ovation, fences are jumped and there is ‘squatting’
in the lowest tiers. The thing is that, as one enthusiast
put it, “some of the ones in the first rows don't even
know who's playing and others in the highest rows can play
what's going to be heard”. Even so, nobody discriminates
this musician.
Everything goes silent. Paco de Lucía and his guitar
are alone. Rondeña. The utmost delicacy. Olés
for the first tune. The giant screens reveal the concentration
on his face, his divine hands. The trance begins. A chilling
ovation. Ten thousand olés in unison. They praise the
maestro and welcome the group while they're at it. Strumming
through bulerías. The tiers are raging. Vibrancy isn't
incompatible with elegance. Rhythm, power... and finesse.
The summit of guitar history. This is his world and he shares
it. The cante, more than present. There are three voices in
this new band. La
Tana, his discovery, sings. Montse
Cortés, ineludible, sings. Duquende sings... and
the crowd goes wild.
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Las Ventas Bullring
(Photo: Daniel Muñoz) |
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In these six strings, the ways to the bulería are
infinite. Piraña kicks things off. Great rhythm. Guitar
and percussion, bare and simple. The sonanta soars. A round
of marvels. He takes risks. The audience is fascinated. “You
really are a bullfighter!”, they shout to him from high
up. And he welcomes the bull again with a pass. The freedom
of the fandango gives free rein to his genius. Sensational
sound. Vast beauty. Next, the rapture feeds on Atlantic airs.
Alegrías. The group clusters to multiply the compás.
Light. The music grows, driving the crowd to fever pitch.
Time is ripe in the intermission for the audience to enjoy
their idols. “Cigaaaala, Cigaaaaaala!”, they shout
from the fence. A cell phone photo together with Antonio Carmona.
Long live the digital age. But the party lasts ten minutes.
At the eleventh, the whole group was already on the attack.
Tanguillos. The cante, exhausting the highest notes. The rhythm,
full speed ahead. Just for a little while. It's not clear
how, but the music is suddenly cradling the cante of Duquende.
There's no other cantaor with so much drama. Spine-tingling.
“Dawn bells ring”. And Camarón, who is
always in his place. Back to the celebration. Tangos. A summary
of three decades of flamenco, which leads to his latest installment:
‘Cositas buenas’. The bulería ‘Volar’,
with its vocal frenzy, its cuts, its tension. What bullfighting
by the maestro. And always with a regard to the repertoire
behind him. There comes ‘La tumbona’. A harmonica
really is hardly flamenco at all!
The circular sky sports three stars and an airplane, just
when the guitarist intones that impressive start of the main
track on his latest album. It leads into an extensive piece
through tangos in which he is brimming with energy, feeling,
freshness, art, art, art. A happy smile comes across everyone's
face. Las Ventas Bullring is on its feet. And Paco de Lucía
lets his voice be heard to give thanks and to make it known
that the gods also feel human things: “It's a real pleasure,
though we're really afraid here”. He drives the fear
away with ‘Ziryab’,
that great work. Room for solos and to miss his sextet. The
sonanta imposes its voice with the song's main theme... and
even with a sigh from ‘El amor brujo’. The Madrid
‘Coliseum’ explodes. Ten thousand cries. There
has to be an encore. He has to be carried out the front gate
to the beat of ‘Entre dos aguas’. He kicks off
like a rock band; everything on the table, nothing's left
in the cupboard. Senses have been satisfied; ears, at peace;
souls, full of those exceptional ‘good little things’
only geniuses can give birth to.

Photo: Daniel Muñoz
Paco de Lucía's upcoming
concerts
2005 ‘Cositas Buenas’ Tour
September 30th
Palacio de Congresos (Convention Center)
Castellón (Spain)
October 3rd
Munich (Germany)
October 4th
The Barbican
London (United Kingdom)
October 5th
Usher Hall
Edinburgh (United Kingdom)
October 8th
BOZAR Centre for Fine Arts
Brussels (Belgium)
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