Saturday, November 04, 2006

So late

The benefit musical event was very good, I only wish there had been more people there for these folks' sakes. It was like having a private concert. At one point near the end of the evening, some friends of the young man in the accident came out on stage: A flamenco guitar player, a flamenco singer, and a flamenco dancer. The singer and guitar player started, into some wonderful song that echoed with Arabic influences. The dancer, a tall elegant and exotic young woman, stood for a moment in concentration, then began her sinuous and percussive performance. We were mesmerized, standing just below the stage in front of them. What I found appalling were some musicians behind the flamenco group who stood there and talked during the entire performance. Rude, and stupid to ignore a gorgeous slice of culture from a very different time and place. People out in the club's big room were talking, too, but that's to be expected in these kinds of venues; I realize they're not opera houses. But to be standing on stage with a group of fabulous artists and yakking - quite unbelievable.
Late night, but terrific music. We spoke briefly with the survivor of the accident, conveying our sympathy. He was so sad. A repeating selection of slides that showed during the evening on large screens told as much of the story as needed, and was confirmed by a young woman who was handing out drawing prizes:
"He was the love of her life."

1 Comments:

Blogger Neil Shakespeare said...

Sounds like typical American rudeness to the dead. Heck, Bush won't even let us LOOK at the dead!

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