The dark throat of broken glass has fallen silent. The damned whims of the one in charge have, for the moment, silenced the moans of the shadows. Aunt Juana of the PipeA nasty little thing. And now she's recovering. It was she who was thundering today in La Guarida with the guitarrón of Diego del MoraoShe's already home. But she came in the arms of one of those who packed the hall for the benefit, for her care. Mario González"The woman who runs this house, 'has a very big heart and she has shown it to me,' said Juana's daughter, overcome with emotion, as she expressed her gratitude when the recital ended.
El XV Jerez Off Festival de The Angel's Lair This year it is dedicated to the public, those who have put their hand in their pocket with the other in their heart and have become supportive, filling that place to the quilt. Lole montoya, under the protection of the Triana guitarist Joselito AcedoLole, a devoted guitarist known for his rich bass lines, vibrant nuances, and sharp, strummed flourishes, wanted to sing to that gypsy woman from Jerez with whom he shares a deep faith. Lole delivered a recital sweeter than candy. And that's how I'm telling you about it.
"Lole gave herself fully. And she pleased everyone. She embraced in her throat the velvety melismas of a mythical and unmistakable voice that doesn't need to shout because it lives in the eternal caress, cultivating the lower registers. Lole is living history of the new flamenco, creator of heartfelt instincts and a flamenco singer like no other."
The silken throat awoke, swaying to the beautiful melody of melancholic cadences with the DimeThe sugar began to spill from the moment Lole opened her mouth, brimming with sensitivity, seeking captivating moments, with a palate that was tasteful, refined and delicate, but at the same time very flamencoOr very jondoHe continued to temper himself with Everything is coloredThe audience wanted to devour her every phrase or flourish, each one strung together with an unprecedented mastery of pitch and modulation. With every breath, they showered her with cheers and applause. She then soared with The butterfly, embroidering in my memory the cante through suffering.
Let the bad go and the good come in: the Rosemary in bloom, in the style of bulerías, brimming with rhythm, with the percussion of Alex and palmas de Jose y The QuiniHe wove it together with a string of tangos in which he rediscovered the echoes of his mother. La NegraSinging in Arabic and swaying during the onslaught. With Mint leaves He once again capped off a classic repertoire with bulerías, one of those he wove together for the delight of the fans with his beloved Manuel Molina.
Lole gave herself fully. And she pleased everyone. She embraced in her throat the velvety melismas of a mythical and unmistakable voice that doesn't need to shout because it lives in the eternal caress, cultivating the lower registers. Lole is living history of the new flamencoA creator of heartfelt instincts and a flamenco singer like no other. Lole is pure sweetness.
Credits
recital of cante by Lole Montoya, for the benefit of Aunt Juana la del Pipa
XV Jerez Off Festival of La Guarida del Ángel
Jerez de la Frontera (Cadiz)
March 3th 2026
Cante: Lole Montoya
Guitar: Joselito Acedo
Percussion: Alex
PalmasJose and Quini
