He's insultingly young. But he's got a gang of old men in his gut. He knows the first and last name of every self-respecting Gypsy. And even though he doesn't sell lime, he doesn't need to. Because he exudes Gypsy spirit from the moment he wakes up until he goes to bed. He's unwittingly blended in with the darker complexions, even though he's a blond, blue-eyed 'Gypsy,' like the one whose name he carries. cante intravenously, The Lebrijano, to whom he pays tribute in every lament, when he doesn't remember Gaspar de Utrera, The Nougat Maker And whoever it is, but crackling with its thunderous throat and always giving the twenty reales of the duro. Whoever has it exchanges it. And that's what he did in the Peña Flamenca The Bambera from Seville, leaving his recital marked on the calendar as the day of the arañón.
I don't know anyone who gets calluses on their knuckles from keeping time. There's no party that the palace dweller can't handle. flamenco He knows everything, even the most respectful. And on stage, he not only sings what he knows, but he knows what he's singing. He leaves even the least expected person speechless. He's been revolutionizing things from the ground up, at 27 years old, bringing the renewal of... canteThey're stale. They leave no one indifferent. And if you don't know them, get to know them. Because then they say there's no one who gives you the creeps, and this is one of them.
Even though he's my friend, it doesn't bother me at all, nor will he get angry, because he knows what he did and what he did, just because I say he messed up. It was while rocking the bottom. Not because he doesn't know how to cultivate them. He got a bad case of the throat and until he took two sips and got down to business, he didn't finish the job properly and correctly with the change of María BorricoThere! I've already pointed out the flaw. Because the rest, from less to more, was worthy of being carried out on one's shoulders.
"Where he delivered the most accurate blows was in the seguiriya, which remained in the memory of the La Bambera audience. He clung to the darkness of a lament, parading it through all the wails and double fatigues until closing with a macho fight against the discrimination of gypsies."
But the recital had begun with the proclamation of the sweets of Macandé as she went down the stairs, flooding the peña With the large bell he carries in his Adam's apple, warming things up. He continued with malagueñas, mellow yet resounding, well-tempered, playing with sensibilities by embellishing the melismas that the thirds demanded. Less fortunate, he reminded me of Miguel Vargas in the mountains, dedicated to Juani de la Algabaomnipresent. And she began to place colorful garlands on the tango rhythms, remembering Juan Peña and from Gaspar de Utrera, sticking pellizcos por tos laos.
The guitar of Diego Reyes He drew the paths for him to wander, sounding like a gypsy and responding to Juanelo's challenges, picking him up where he belonged at every moment. Thus he carried him in his arms in the taranto of Jose de la Tomasa And then Juan, between squeezes, acclaimed the Scoundrel, Manuel Rodríguez de PersecutionThe argument of the heathers, throwing away the remains with poise.
Taller than he was tall, this young man, brimming with life experience, knew how to move with ease and solemn poise. The soleá is in the video; I won't dwell on the styles, because he reinterprets them according to Lebrija and makes everything else his own. Judge for yourselves. It pains me. Although where he truly delivered his most precise blows was in the seguiriya, which remained etched in the memory of the La Bambera audience, who scored a point by inviting Juanelo onto their stage to tear their hair out. He clung to the darkness of a lament, parading it through all the wails and double strains of weariness—also evoking Lebrija cadences from the echoes of the Chacho Bastian– until closing with a powerful statement against discrimination against Gypsies. The bulerías brought the house down again, revisiting Utrera and shining in the cuplé. Crazy HeartHe wanted to finish with a flamenco song, a real bang. But he kept going while this critic had to leave, slapping himself in the face for missing out on another little bit. And I'm told that afterwards he gave another recital to a bunch of clowns at the bar, drunk on deep flamenco. flamenco like no one.
Let everyone know: Juanelo is something else. I think you're taking too long to call him. I'll say no more.
Credits
recital of cante Juanelo's
Peña Flamenca The Bambera, Seville
March 21th 2026
CanteJuanelo
Guitar: Diego Reyes
