March 8, 2011 – Figments of a DuTchess

What can I say. There is no need to say anything. Just listen to these guitar virtuosos. They play music, they breath music, they ARE music. It seems to come so easily. Their fingers dance, they talk to each other, sing and tease through the guitar strings.

I bought this record about thirty years ago and enjoyed it so much that I gave it as a present to my father. We both share the love for Spanish music, as does my brother.

This piece is from the album Friday Night in San Francisco, and is called