Camaron

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A few years ago, in the early seventies, like many other youngsters of this time-period, I only played blues and rock on an electric guitar. In my parents' home, there was an infrared oven with a very fine sheet that acted like a reflector and had the tendency to vibrate every time that I played a certain note. This is due to the sheet being formed in such a way that it would only give resonance at the frequency of this note; the guitar would move it, producing between them a strange sound, similar to a wailing.

Later in 1999, When I listened to Camaron interpreting "La Tarara" for the first time, I felt this same effect again, but this time what was strumming the tune of this unknown music was my soul, in a way that, on the next day, I looked all in record shops all over, searching for this until then unknown name "Camaron de la Isla" and this art form called Flamenco which is so far from my roots as well as my culture.

This strange phenomenon of fraternity or "communion" between artist and public is perceived by going through the pages of this book. Some support the idea that Camaron had hobgoblins. No one can confirm this, but if one carefully reads these wonderful messages, after so many years had passed since his disappearance, no doubt that there will be traces of this theory in each one of them.
 

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