It has been a dream of mine for years to go to Southern Spain to experience Flamenco. Growing up with the Gypsy Kings and hearing the music along my travels, there was something about the art form that called to my soul.
In his New York debut last week, the 15-year-old El Carpeta, grandson of the great late flamenco dancer El Farruco, carried the legacy of his family and laid it all out on the stage, right down to his white botas.
Onstage she bristles and crackles like a high tension wire carrying more voltage than it can safely hold. She continues to gather more and more energy with little crescendos that hint at what is to come.