Learning to flow
Thursday Parque Maria Luisa Finding this park was like stepping back from Edinburgh`s Princes Street and Royal Mile (with their teeming and relentlessly curious tourists) and finding myself in the Botanic Gardens. All in central Seville packs huge impact, and all the more so for its novelty to me. The realisation that here is a great and multifaceted culture with reverberations across the world, every bit as impactful as the "anglo" world, and about which I knew very little, and almost all of that relating to the guitar; my filter for "knowing" Spain. Cordoba, Cadiz, Granados, Sevilla are, for me, sound poems by Albeniz. Guitar notation I`ve puzzled out, practised and played. A Spain of the fingers and ears. And far beyond "the peninsula", Piazolla`s Argentina, Lauro`s Venezuela, Barrios`s Paraguay ! So it was time to absorb my sensory overload in a calmer setting. Realising how limited my time was (this time) I saw that I could only ever focus on smal
