Walk like an Egyptian

Thursday, 11 April 2013

Recording music

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My problem with playing music has always been that I could never record the music that I used to play. There are a few reasons for it. The f...
Saturday, 30 March 2013

Music I play VI - The first falseta

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I have recorded this one this morning and spent the afternoon doing a bit of editing on it. It looks and sounds decent now. Soleares is one...

I'm still alive

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That's it. I'm still here.
Tuesday, 2 February 2010

Why did I start this blog?

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Simply because it represents my life. Unfinished business, places that I never visited, dreams that I never worked hard enough to make them ...
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Sunday, 26 July 2009

When the going gets tough, the tough get going

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The going is getting really tough for me, but I'm not tough enough to get going. It's all coming after me, I used to touch dirt and ...
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Monday, 16 March 2009

Take Five

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Another one of my favourites. First time to listen to it on the guitar, thought about sharing it and give myself a break from my music. Doug...
Sunday, 15 March 2009

Music I play V - Alegrías en Mi (Alborozo)

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Alegrías are joyful toques (Alegría means joy or gaiety), light and carefree in spirit. They can express great intensity of feeling, tinged...
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Sunday, 14 December 2008

Asturias Leyenda - Isaac Albeniz

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I used to play this one. Took me a year to master the whole piece. This video is only one third of it, but it gives another perspective to t...
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Music I play IV - Verdiales

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Verdiales are a Flamenco music style, and song form belonging to Canté Chico (Light hearted and less serious music form). Originating in Los...
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Saturday, 29 November 2008

Flamenco glossary

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Just in case someone is reading the blog and is interested in knowing the meanings of words included, you can find a glossary of the most co...
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Gypo
Brisbane, Queensland, Australia
Each thing I do I rush through so I can do something else. In such a way do the days pass - a blend of stock car racing and the never ending building of a gothic cathedral. Through the windows of my speeding car, I see all that I love falling away: books unread, jokes untold, landscapes unvisited. And why? What treasure do I expect in my future? Rather it is the confusion of childhood loping behind me, the chaos in the mind, the failure chipping away at each success. Glancing over my shoulder I see its shape and so move forward, as someone in the woods at night might hear the sound of approaching feet and stop to listen, then, instead of silence he hears some creature trying to be silent. What else can he do but run? Rushing blindly down the path, stumbling, struck in the face by sticks; the other ever closer, yet not really hurrying or out of breath, teasing its kill.
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