Absolutely Wonderful Music!!!
By Jolie Lives
Jolie Lives-3/26/17 Honestly, I have no idea when R y G put this album out and it doesn't matter. Their phenomenal music is perfect, rich and timeless! While listening to the album, I thought about Carlos Santana playing with R & G. Though that much Great is probably illegal, if not then, certainly today! Santana you say? Yes, these musicians, their talent and genius, is absolutely the Real Deal!
I was fortunate enough to have heard the last track on this album and then find the album here. Thank you iTunes and SZ! The music they create is lush and incredibly sensual.
Listening to it, I'm reminded of sights and sounds while growing up in Spain. I watched couples dance to live music, which is woven through the music on this album. I remain awestruck by the musical phenomena the two extraordinary musicians (R y G) created, as an homage to the musicians they respect, admire and were/are indubitably influenced by.
While in Spain and more recently, spending time in Germany, with many dedicated and seriously devoted Tango, Salsa and Meringue Dancers. (Many of whom moved to Berlin from Brazil and Argentina and earn their living as Professional Tango, Salsa and Meringue Dancers.) I am struck by the continual growth and the passionate commitment, combined with a sincere love that's not only growing the numbers of people who adore the music, but the increasing numbers of passionate people in many Countries, who love Dancing to the Music.
The dance, like the Dancers exemplify the physically demanding expression of the multilingual and faceted layers of the music. The dance commands highly impassioned, dedicated and disciplined athletes to bring gracefully charged electricity to the space where they continue to perfect the personification of the Music through Dance.
Heat and humidity filled the mountainous regions which literally seemed to still the air around the small towns. I grew up in many Countries over a few years. After Switzerland, Austria and Germany, the family headed South. Towards Spain, during our travels through Europe. Bill worked for Time/Life and he'd appear and disappear while Connie and my younger brother and sister and I stayed on in whatever town he'd left us living in. It was always an education!
The sun had passed through the sky and was already behind the mountains that surrounded the small little town. We were living twenty kilometers from the tiny town.
Mother was screwing the Butcher, actually I have no idea what she was doing, nor what my siblings were doing either. I however was watching the wooden platform in the center of the town. Men with guitars would climb onto wooden raised platforms with small wooden boxes. They'd sit on their boxes and tune their guitars. Their friends brought them drinks and they then would sit on benches outside of the buildings surrounding the open area. As they began to play their guitars, they seemed to disappear into the music their nearly invisible fingers created on their guitars.
A woman would appear in a tightly corseted colorful dress. The many layers of ruffles of her long, full skirt would begin to swirl as she began to dance. She'd begin to click her invisible castanets in both her hands as she danced. A man, in tight black pants, highly polished shoes with heels and a lose white shirt and fitted vest would join her.
As they danced, the music would become faster and faster, making the underlying layers of ruffles of the woman's skirt separate. Like the petals of an aromatic flower in bloom.
Hypnotic, the Music, the Dancers, the combined images and sounds pulled my five year old heart and mind into an incredible unraveling sense abandonment. The guitar music encapsulated hundreds of years of history and was played with the energy of huge waves, cresting, then crashing into themselves. Far out in the sea, in dark, deep waters that contained unfathomable mysteries. Sometimes at night, I could see fishermen's boats, because they'd light lanterns and hang them out over the water. I was told that the light attracted fish to their nets. I don't know, but it was very pretty to watch. While the Dancers moved with grace, skill and sensuality, they danced on the crest of huge imploding waves. During their dance, the connection between the truly professional or elite Dancer and the music was so strong that even though they seemed to be dancing in deep waters, they never get wet.
When mother would grab my shoulder and physically turn me away from the passionate public display of unforgettable guitar music and the dancers, whose movements made music corporeal, I would blush. I know because she'd ridicule me for the heat I felt, rising up my face.
Even with her claws digging deeper into my shoulder, as she'd march me to the lima bean shaped Fiat, I could still hear each cord the guitarist drew from every organ that the gut strings were made from clearly. My body still felt the cadence of the heels and taps on the dancers shoes, as they danced and stomped the surface of the wooden platform I had been just tall enough to rest my elbows on as I'd listened to and watched their magical music and dance. Even as she'd drive us out of town, I could still hear their music play, for quite a while before we got home. Inordinately, I'd be punished as soon as we arrived at our rental home or apartment if Bill was off doing something for Time/Life.
When I listen to this album, I am transported back to these beautiful places and the magical musical moments in other Countries. Though I still don't know how the beautiful dancing women could make their fans appear, suddenly open. With a mere flick of their wrists, their lace fans would open and as innocently and deftly as Southern Belles, the corseted and multi layered ruffled dancers would begin fanning themselves, to the rhythm of the music. They still held their castanets still in the palm of their hands!