Tonight I ventured off with my ex-wife to a little spot on Mercer street. Inside this little spot towards the very back we found ourselves a stage. A stage where three people sat and got ready for their set...sh*t they were amazing.
Flamenco...an art form that requires an uncontrollable passion. It is all giving in the way you strum every guitar string. It is painful in it's cry when sung...and when danced, it is one of the hottest things you will ever see. I watched as Sol "La Argentinita" danced and I was captivated. To watch a woman pull out from inside of her that "duende" is mesmerizing and the truth that captivates the onlooker is not just the skill behind it all...but the idea that THIS is how a woman should make love to a man. With intensity and build up. With pain and fury. With moments of "come hither" and other moments that say "Get the f*ck over here!!!" It is all in that dance. To say I was impressed is an understatement.
Yet above all things that I can say about Sol, David and Mark is this...they are some of the realest people you will ever meet...and if you all follow this blog, you know that goes a very long way with me. God bless them, God bless their talent and God bless Flamenco...
I was happy to be confined :-) Now for some wine lol I think I'm gonna sleep good tonight...
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