Friday night we went to a show, it was one Mrs. Roach wanted to see and it turned out to be very cool indeed. It was Joaquin Cortes - "The King of Flamenco." Ol' Joaquin himself is a dancer, and an amazing one at that. But the best part was the music. He had a band with about a dozen musicos in it, plus a handful of singer/clapper/hollerers, and man did they cook! Very rhythm-centric, and pretty much authentic flamenco (as best as I can judge as just a casual fan of the genre). So the atmosphere was mysterious, sometimes scary, like weather. Just really great, and a nice surprise. We were really close to the action too.
So I didn't head up to the San Marcos place until Saturday morning. Spent the afternoon frantically trying to take care of a whole weekend of to-do crap, and also cooked tasty carnitas. Sunday played golf and then turned right around and drove back to Houston.
And of course played a lot of guitar.
I didn't get any pics of the show, so here's a sailor's delight for ya:
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