Most of it's done with fingernails and the palm. It's a very aggressive attack at some stages, so I'll really dig into the strings to make them resound.
That's what I'm trained to play. Flamenco fits in with the classical and the techniques are largely similar.
That's a "solo flamenco" and, with it, should be a pair of dancers. It's meant to not play in a band, but to play by itself. So, it's more sharp and has a sound loud enough to cut through, punctuate, or enhance the sounds made by the dancers.
On very, very few occasions have I had the honor to have said pair of dancers. It was, without a doubt, one of my best days ever. I sometimes go play at my son's place, which is in Peru. They have a lovely community and that's where I get the dancers. I just don't get there nearly enough!
Ah well...
You certainly have lived quite a life Mr Buddha. I hope when I get to your age I can say the same.
I have gathered great stories, if I can say anything about it. If I've done nothing else, I've been a true story collector, since my early years. I try to experience many things and I try to understand everything.
To do that, you gotta get your hands dirty. It takes work, and even some risk. But, you get to gather stories like penguins gather pebbles.
They say write about what you know. I also want to write my stories because those who have their stories written and copied are the ones that history remembers. In 600 years, I'm gonna be a "primary source" for historians. Then, my name lives on. It'd be pretty awesome. It's like an eternity of best days ever, except the being dead part.
The Scandinavian people left sagas. Indeed, Iceland still has the highest population of published authors. They write their history and events. Their names are remembered. I don't care about that. I care about the history being preserved.
You should read old Roman-era gravestones. They're like, "My name is Cervius Maximus, and I was a baker. I baked the best loaves of bread in all of Rome. I slept with many women, I laughed with many men. Also, I really fucking hate Mary and Fred, 'cause they're both cheating adulterous whores."
Well, slightly like that... I may be translating poorly, but that's about what some say.
They left a mark that we can look at today. My writing does that.
Well here is hoping you are remembered. I used to want that. I used to have dreams about changing the world and making a name for myself. Then I grew up. I learned that some men are just here to do small things. I know only my kids and their kids will remember me 100 years from now but that'll just have to be enough.
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