Bellísima historia del flamenco. Toda una ciencia de este complicado arte visual-sonoro que transmite tanta alegría y admiración artística de todos los que lo interpretan !
In the 78 years i have loved flamenco there have been as in many forms of dance those who add there own embellishments inexecution....my favorites are and always will be the likes of carmen amaya angel pericet antonio ruiz soler and their generation of dancers...there are and have been many talented and fabulous dancers..but i prefer my generation and their duende..
Un millón de gracias, por mis venas corre sangre andaluza pura, estaba limpiando con música de Pink Martini nada que ver con Flamenco, por mi mente ...me vino el recuerdo de Victorio, muy fugas, me pregunte seguirá vivo, o se lo llevo el bichito y ahí quedó todo, paso como media hora, me siento a comer, cambié la pantalla, y entre varios aparece "La Farruca" flamenco Qué bueno para recrear mi Visión y mis sentidos y después de varios de mis favoritos aparece La Farruca con Victorio, yo nunca vi tu canal, quien seas mil gracias, me hicistes llorar. Me pregunto ( lo llamé yo con mi pensamiento o él si es que no está en la tierra) trajo tu canal a mi pantalla?, deje de bailar A los 18 años, vivo en Nueva York por 52 años, traté de bailar con mis problemas de espalda a los 67, mi maestro el Gran Victorio me dijo....tu tienes que volver a nacer,,...Jajaja y me ponia delante de la clase como muestra del zalero, y como la esperanza no la pierdo con mis 76 seguiré intentando, mis castanets que tienen mas de 100 años y 3 batas de cola esperando. Who ever you are, God bless you for creating this channel, from tonight on you have a follower!!!
Gracias por recopilar y compartir este video. Muy buen detalle incluir los nombres de los artistas y el año porque muchas veces eso no se hace. Muy interesante y muy buenos archivos, felicidades!
WOW!!! What a wonderful compilation! Thank you for all incredible subtitles which are necessary for someone new to every aspect of this art. From a newly initiated lover of all things Flamenco! ❤🔥❤🔥❤🔥
My father was Latin but not Spanish. He had a Spanish First name they never used and he like to play guitar and dance like this, though not as well, given that he was often half drunk. I recall this Farruca rhythm and melody he played on guitar, as he tried to dance and play guitar at same time (physically impossible). Apart from Aussies who played country and bluegrass Ango type music we all like, my father was the only guitar player. Most migrants could play some instrument,or sing, dance folk dances etc, though often badly.He wanted his family and other migrants out in the Aussie bush to dance/play for/with him but none could and my mother declared we were poor but 'no gypsies' and no daughter of hers was ever going to grow up to be one and refused to have anything to do with all this racket and woeful wailing. It typically ended badly, with him getting steadily more inebriated, depressed, smashing up the joint, causing the quiet, sleeping, sedate Aussie neighbours to come round to see what the f... was going on in that crazy 'wog house', as they called our home. They weren't happy and wanted to fight, as there were few migrants out in the bush back then. They all settled in the comfortable big cities, not the hard rural life, but mine were country folk even back home in Europe and hated city lifestyles.. But I liked all the music. He would pick me up as a little kid, throw me in the air like a ball, do some spectacular dance moves then catch me before my head hit the ground as I fell down. They'd call it child abuse this era, but I loved the excitement and knew he would catch me before I hit the floor and shattered in a bloody mess.My mother screamed at him to stop doing such violent things to hurt her children, my only sibling younger brother hid behind her skirts, terrified. He just grinned defiantly at her. 'You'll never be a man', he'd shout at my brother and your mother has lead feet. Should have married my Aussie girlfriend, instead. Get me another drink Princessa, we dance, we love life. We're here for a good time, not a long time, a mere speck in eternity...' he'd ask me, getting into profound philosophical mode. I didn't understand. I didn't need to understand it to live and love life.... By then, all the visitors typically left. They didn't like this sort of music, the Latin version of Anglo rock and blues, the music of the working class folk. They preferred nice oom -pah- pah European folkloric stuff,played on accordion, choral sing alongs, of old folk songs.Not this wild feral, primitive sounding raw stuff. But it's the primeval rhythms and imitations of nature eg birds, in the dance moves etc that makes it emotionally accessible, even to the most uneducated, unrefined people,who can relate to it. And, like the rock and blues popular music dismissed as garbage by the conventional musical establishment, it takes skill to do it well and it is very creative, though the performers seldom have much schooling.And their equally rough audiences can soon tell if it's a good/bad performance and why eg 'no real feeling' and have no hesitation making their disappointment/joy known.It's how they cope with their hard lives.
