Even the bedspread. The cobblestones of Plaza Basurto withstood the footsteps of the large crowd. It was for members only. In Jerez, they'd fight each other for a seat in the peña. The Good People It's being crowned with a gourmet program, a selection of deep-rooted delicacies. It's either done right or not at all. No frills. Small but very good. With a pleasant atmosphere and a knowledgeable audience, interspersed with top-tier artists who come to see the artists.
The verb of Curro Albaicin, the grandeur of the metals of Jaime El Parron, the filigree guitar of The Little Ball and the cante fresh and cracked from the sweet throat of Marina Heredia They delighted those present on a memorable night of Granada's essence, in which the singer received, with emotion, the golden badge of the sun-drenched peña from Jerez.
Paco Benavent He was the master of ceremonies. He introduced the cast and led the meeting, asking questions that outlined part of the trajectory of the flamencoand the particularities of the canteThe people from Granada who filled the room were not at all ill-tempered, as they are often portrayed. Quite the opposite: the conversation unfolded amidst laughter and anecdotes about Sacromonte, the gypsies, Lorca And El Albaicín, delving into the tradition of this blessed land in which, since 1840, they welcomed more than four thousand people who soon knew how to fill their wallets with the profits of tourism, selling the zambra in their caves as a representation of the parts of gypsy weddings.
From unfortunate flamenco dancer she went to cante Marina Heredia, "fortunately for the flamenco“,” they joked. And it was she who broke the silence, opening the cage to the lament, to the melody of El Bolita’s strings, which rode the hoops of her skirt between Granada and Jerez, pregnant with the Moorish airs of the city of the Alhambra. A little bit of alboreá, the cachucha and the fly to accustom the ear to the warm honeys of this beautiful gypsy served as a prelude to warm the room. Because Marina came especially flamenco and brimming with inspiration, to the lullaby of experience, from the last reservoir of the ancient trunk of Granada.
Curro tempered his Adam's apple by reciting Lorca with gallantry, anticipating the malagueña and the fandangos of the Albaicín that the singer rocked with great pleasure, reveling in the melismas that she absorbed in her cradle.
"Marina arrived especially flamenco and brimming with inspiration, lulled by experience, from the last vestige of Granada's ancient tradition. (...) This woman couldn't leave without showing her fondness for Granada tangos, which she embroiders like no one else, charming and mischievous, feminine."
But the night's explosion came with a soleá. From the opening to the closing, El Parrón gave a masterclass without raising his voice, weaving together the wailing of the deep bells that rest in his throat. He embraced the anarchy of those who know the ropes and played with the threads of his wisdom, recreating the verses, chewing over each of the variations to imprint his own name on it. He made it his own. La Andonda y the little steps he was taking or the airs of La Serneta Without fanfare or pretense, gritting their teeth, forgetting ostentation and shouting. El Parrón made our bones crunch. pellizcoRound, full of flamenco flair. It thundered, searching in its chest for the dark sounds that shattered our sanity. Tremendous, jondoSolemn and profound. The ovation was immediate. And it remained etched in the memories of true aficionados.
Marina showed off the fishing rod with the swaying and the sighs that the canteHe then quoted Juanillo the Gypsywho was known for his seguiriyas and died of a stroke while singing soleá. "One must die singing or making love. This wine makes me feel divine," Curro added. The seguiriya lament of El Parrón sounded, proclaiming his dark sorrows and those misfortunes even in walking and that Don't have a door to knock onAfter the brave male came relief.
They were awarded the gold insignia of the peña Marina wanted to share it with her fellow performers. It was the president Javier Mejías who bestowed it upon her. And they presented her with a bouquet of flowers. All for her career and for representing that generation of young flamenco singers who, without abandoning their artistic heritage, refresh the canon with freedom.
Bolita carried them all better than in his arms, perfectly attuned to the imperfect perfection of one who seduces with spontaneity. A mast without corners or secrets, precise pulse, rhythm, crystalline falsetas of original composition, eclectic and orthodox, old and new… with this and in this way he shone to make others shine, magnifying with his recitations of colorful garlands the recitations of Curro and the cante del Parrón and Marina.
This woman couldn't leave without showing her love for Granada tangos, which she performs flawlessly, charming and mischievous, feminine. I would have loved to see her dance a little, swaying her figure, but it didn't happen, not even in the bulería with which she closed the show, where she was also accompanied by the palmas you improvise Carlos Grilo And she spat out, with syrupy twists of sharp pinpricks, bursting with lust in the delivery, those little things of Adela La Chaqueta that we like so much.
Credits
The road from Granada… to Jerez
Peña Flamenca The Good People, Jerez de la Frontera, Cadiz
November 8th 2025
CanteJaime El Parrón and Marina Heredia
Recitations: Curro Albaicín
Guitar: José Quevedo El Bolita
Presenter: Paco Benavent
