El Nino de Rondao sings the "Real Flamenco"
from the back of the album.
In the summer of 1955 my wife and I would spend three months in Spain, partly as tourists and partly in search of souynds and music for the Canadian broadcast Corporation. We especiall wanted to find flamenco music but it didnt turn out to be easy. We had a taste for it in Madrid, at a student party held in a cafe cellar: we had a showing of how not to see flamenco dancing in the bar of an expensive hotel in Seville; and we were given the perfunctory tourist treatment by the gypsies in the caves of the Sacromonte in Granada. But what we were looking for was the kind of intimate perfomances where the is no dancing, no handclapping, no noise volleys of castanet-playing which only drowns the resononce of the guitar and the passion of the true cante jondo, or deep song.
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