An eternal applause did not let him leave the stage. The Jewish parishioners of the temple of flamenco Sevillian was subdued by the evidence of the pellizco fat. The Alcalá dancer Javier Baron enthralled her Peña Flamenca Torres Macarena, who still lives, thrilled with the splash of flamenco from the maestro's feet. And from his hands, which drew poetry in the air, pearling with their elegant strokes The codes of Seville's dance in the makings of man.
A drone tuned in D? gave thickness to the seguiriya airs of the guitar. Salvador Gutierrez, which opened with a solo to break the silence. He accompanied the cante and to the dance as the subject requires, revealing the supremacy of his creative musical personality over neatness, without deviating from the orthodox canons provided by traditional classicism.
It was done cante arromerao beginning the joys, without forgetting Pinini and Lebrija. El Galli poured out sweetness and hurtful pinpricks and Moi de Moron He excelled in restraining the wise and rhythmic messiahs. The taranto solemnly passed through Barón, who captured the crowd and the gaze of the audience, eliciting the first cheers. But while he shone for Levante, the finish was the pinnacle of distinction. Javier danced like crazy, tearing our flesh to shreds. with each of the waist movements that led to the swaying of tangos.
"Baron stopped time with his strides, his unassuming displays, and the silences of his dance, which spoke volumes. (…) The dance has him captivated, and when he unleashes the rhythm, no one can match his artistry and naturalness, his age and flattery."
The malagueña was soothing to the haunting voices of David and Moi, who, with gentle strokes and caresses, reached the abandolaos. Triana shone as the soleá with bulería was born in the cobblestone throats, and Barón stopped time with his strolls, unassuming flourishes, and the silences of the dance, which spoke volumes. He played with waiting, slow calls, counterpoint and surprise, full of technique, resources and spontaneity.The dance has him hooked, and when he unleashes the rhythm, no one can match his artistry and naturalness, his age and charm.
Baron's coming back. And he does so imbued with the wisdom of less is more. He didn't even step on the toe. Nor was he needed to. He knows how to reach the soul and walks the path step by step until he abducts you and makes you fall in love. He knows the paths trodden by the duende and he bullfights them with every twist, gesture, and his highly personal moves. He has incredibly precise and defined feet. And arms that converse with the air. the universal language of feeling. He does whatever he wants with his hands. And he can be understood. He paraphrases the cante and the touch, accompany each other, confirming and reaffirming them in an allegory of a tickling magician. He hypnotizes you with poise. He grabs his jacket and sways, tricks you with the fastenings, goes in and out of the timing because he knows the ropes and doesn't complicate the moves, in which he has fun easing the tension of the finishing touches, gracefully unloading them on the flowers on his wrists rather than with showy heel kicks. It turns you upside down. It destroys you without even disfiguring itself. And when he takes out the handkerchief he perfumes the wind of depth and depth with the grace that divinity or the inspiration of the flamencoIt gives those who are lucky and talented enough to transmit and excite with their bodies the ineffable thrill that my mouth cannot describe.
Baron danced to scratch his chest, to tattoo his name on his veins, with elegance, tact, taste, and palate. At your feet, maestro!
Credits
Dance recital by Javier Barón
Peña Flamenca Torres Macarena, Seville
April 2th 2025
Dance: Javier Barón
Cante: David El Galli and Moi from Morón
Guitar: Salvador Gutiérrez
