By saying amador Half of Seville's gypsy community peeked out. And there are many of them. Only four came. So not all who belong were there. The timbers of the temple would need to be widened. flamenco Seville's stage was set to welcome artists of this caliber, who number in the thousands and have been performing for many years. With their numbers growing with age, some of the younger generation took to the stage. dieguito He's 23 and fatherhood has deepened his voice. With his little girl Solea In the heart and there present, there were reasons.
He began by praising God with those precious verses of all the thirsty ones that The Extremaduran He embroiders, preluding the bulerías. But Dieguito served them as a prelude to the canteLevantines evoking The Red One, The Alpargateroclosing the trio with the taranta of The Lame Man from MalagaHe searched for cohesion in both bodies and wandered along the tangent of tuning in moments of intensity. Allergy can ravage a throat, but not the heart. And the intentions and daring shone more than the insignificantcanteThe stumbles. He entered the soleá already warmed up, charging and playing at trials to bring the airs of Perrate, La Andonda, Mairena, La Serneta, some by Cai or, with a lot of guts, the one from Joaniqui and the sayings of Fernanda from UtreraBrave and raw, he gave it his all, holding nothing back. Irregular but with style, taking risks. He did the same with the seguiriya, thundering in the Uncle Jose de Paulawhich hurt me more than the male. He sang the thickness of his black laments with his fists closed, holding the ducas in his hands to release them the instant he pleased, when they were already boiling.
Antonio Amador He opened the second part, rhythmically set to a soleá por bulería, alternating a string of lyrics in the Jerez style, without forgetting Triana, savoring Beansfighting with the canteWhere he had double the hardships was in Malaga. He left to search for the flower he loved de The Twin and he became enraptured in the field of oblivion, emerging victorious to finish the cante which he had to phrase from the calm of uncertainty. He gave it his all and even dared to add the second part and some abandolaos, with the rondeña and the fandango from Lucena appearing to round off the difficult moment. He fixed it with bulerías with just the right amount of ostentation that suits his register, weaving special turns and beautiful lyrics that he finished with a heartfelt fandango to complete his performance, dedicated to his brothers.
I'd be more of a hypocrite than Judas if I didn't say that none of them had their best night. But even the minor flaws one could get bogged down in weren't enough to send this critic to bed without getting a few good whacks from the Amador brothers, who are different, artists. flamencos, jondoThey are good people. Capable of shining on the stage or behind a counter, at parties and in private, in public and in private. And because I know and love them, this praise isn't condescending towards a weak critique, but rather one of absolute admiration for their ability to overcome any adversity and, despite everything, to bare their souls to the public.
"The surprise came when they all locked the stage and encouraged Grandpa Luis to come up. Grandfather of Dieguito and father of Antonio and Luis, he poured out the old-fashioned, gypsy perfume of the flamenco singers with an exquisite aftertaste, captivating the children from the moment he opened his mouth, and they acclaimed him with admiration, accompanying him to the..." palmas»
Luis gradually improved, loosening his fingers until he achieved a more precise touch, his playing becoming more melodic in the bass lines and upstrokes, more intricate in the strumming, and more polished in the tremolos and arpeggios. He didn't miss a single transitional tone. He's an experienced guitarist with a good ear, infallible in his accompaniment. cante, wise. He drew a thunderous round of applause from the audience with his closing remarks, which, far from being showy, deserved recognition.
The surprise came when they all locked the stage and encouraged Grandpa Luis to come up. Grandfather of Dieguito and father of Antonio and Luis, he exuded the timeless, old-fashioned Gypsy perfume of the flamenco singers with an exquisite aftertaste, captivating the children from the moment he opened his mouth, and they cheered him on with admiration, accompanying him on the palmassometimes covering it up a little because of the enthusiasm and excitement. A few were raffled off. cantes por bulerías, highlighting the fandango por bulería with chocolate-like airs of Dieguito, when Antonio put the little hand in the Gospel spiraling or the She was from Triana and her name was Carmen looking at him in Mairena, the one who put the latch on the shutters of the Amador house, the old man Luis.
I have to admit it: Amador to the core. Through thick and thin. Because they're made of the stuff that burns bright.And everyone has an off night.
Credits
Singing Heritage
Peña Flamenca Torres Macarena, Seville
May 30th 2026
CanteDieguito Amador and Antonio Amador
Guitar: Luis Amador
Guest artist: Luis Amador (grandfather and father)
