I think I've said it before: Lebrija is ready to registerIt is one of the few towns where there is still a glimmer of the embers and candles of what jondo. At the slightest hint of return, a party breaks out, you meet two or three others and you either return at the wee hours of the morning or end up with a belly full of churros fighting with the snails. The City Council is preparing for the programming of flamenco and Peña Flamenca Pepe Montaraz is very much alive.
On this occasion the week of performances of the 35th Flamenco Giraldilla, which this year is awarded to the singer Aurora Vargas, a gypsy of the few that remain from that golden age of flamenco that those of us who are not so old miss even without having lived it. He gave the final groan Cancanilla of Malaga, one of the few veterans that still creak.
He began with the soleá por bulería, reveling in his memory, blossoming a basket of variations at will, sealing them with the imprint of those who know and are already returning. He could continue like this until the small hours of the morning. Then he became enthralled with tientos tangos, with respective nods to Gaspar de Utrera y Pastora, among others, finishing them off with a granaína that reminded us of Camarón He put it in rhythm. He made the cane perhaps grow larger in the way he sang, but without leaving the pot and crowned it with fullness in the soleá, as it should be. In the seguiriya he found the echoes of Mairena y Manuel Torre, squeezing what he could into the male of the special days of Santiago and Santa Ana. He created a mess with fandangos, forgetting about the microphone and standing up, spilling cinnamon from his throat. The best thing on stage. Where the cheers overflowed. He brought from heaven the makings of cante of his mother, swaying among garlands of brown colors. And then one of them sang Aznalcollar and The Calzá Tune up for Cancanilla. He finished with bulerías and with an encore of bulerías, melting with joy as he jokingly threw in two thousand twists and turns to the beats and his unique little kicks and dances, with personality and all the grace in the world. He didn't leave without paying tribute to El Caracol. To eat it.
«Cancanilla adorned the cante Hanging ayes wherever he pleased, linking the verses, playing with time, submitting the rhythm to the will of one who knows where all the corners turn. It's the age, the taste, the knowledge... Cancanilla sounded like Cancanilla.
shorty gave reasons for the cante Sebastian's voice would levitate. Because he carried him with his sonanta better than in his arms. He knows him perfectly. And he gives him what he wants and asks with his eyes at every moment. Each one gives his place. The thing shines. Chaparro plays so you can kiss his fingers. Because he pinches you with each response, with each falseta, with his powerful drones, his flamenco, his cleanliness, his powerful pulsation, or the caresses of the musicality of the one who chanelas and indicates the paths that touch the sensitive.
Cancanilla adorned the cante Hanging ayes wherever he pleased, connecting the verses, playing with time, submitting the rhythm to the will of one who knows where all the corners turn. He had his little bit of relief, but he didn't hide anything. It's the age, the taste, the knowledge... Cancanilla sounded like Cancanilla.
But while he sang about the cops, he did it even better at the meeting of the bartenders that ended with the bar being locked. That started when Isabel Carrasco -Malena– left me trembling with four well-sung little things. That if a little kick of Paula vargas, that if you dare Jose Carrascowhat if Antonio Carrasco –son of Curro Malena– stings Juanelo, that if Juanelo bites Jose Angel Carmona… Cancanilla sat back, tied a vest over her hair like Little Red Riding Hood to avoid catching a cold, and started singing and dancing, and there was no stopping them. A lot of fandangos, bulerías, soleá, laughter, chatter, anecdotes… How José Ángel sang malagueña, Triana soleá, fandangos, and seguiriyas! To send a bunch of them to the garage. And how Juanelo thundered with the airs of The Lebrijano And he threw out the asauras every time he opened his mouth! What a repertoire Cancanilla had, he made me cry while he was trying to get into one of the seguiriyas! That was top-notch. One of the best impromptu parties I've had in the last few months. Canca was to blame. Juenelo and José Ángel finished it off. What a great group!
Credits
recital of cante from Cancanilla de Málaga
XXXV Flamenco Giraldilla of the Peña Flamenca Pepe Montaraz from Lebrija
April 22th 2025
Cante: Malaga Cancanilla
Guitar: Chaparro from Malaga
Palmas: José Carrasco
I'm not surprised you've described your experience in Lebrija with such euphoria. With the Málaga people alone, the "explosion" was guaranteed. Flamenco But if the battalion you mentioned joins the "Jartíbles," I'll have no more to say. I'm so glad, Kiko Valle. Congratulations on your splendid report. Hugs!