It is the weekend, so we will sing! The best musics are cante jondo and blues. In blues this weekend, Stephen Bess leads us to an amazing rendition of Soon One Morning. I, meanwhile, have discovered a toreá por bulerías that has real duende. It is for Servetus and Meia Oito, although it is not necessarily what they were expecting. Listen to the brilliant cantaor, whom I wish I could identify. The matador is Joaquín Díaz, the “Cuqui de Utrera.”
Axé.
coldhearted scientist وداد 
You’re right, it wasn’t what I was expecting. Sorry, I have been so absent lately–instead of torea I was doing lots of stupid tarea. De verdad, tonterías.
This is really cool. I wish I could look half so sophisticated when I wave the red flag in front of my colleagues.
Muchíssimas gracias.
Aha – now I understand the importance of bullfighting – the dignity of both the bullfighter and the bull, it is allegorical of a great deal! 🙂
I watched it twice, and both times I was trying to figure out whether to identify with the toreador or the animal. You know like that song, “sometimes you’re the Louisville Slugger / sometimes you’re the ball”.
I decided to identify with the toreador. Why not assume I am powerful?
Me, too! Toreadora! Although in the worst of cases it is still better to be the bull than to be a servile victim!