Some sweet nylon string sounds for you on a Monday morning. A young Paco De Lucia brings us a magical tale of modern flamenco that is great for both riding one's bicycle through a maritime boardwalk or banging out a spicy stir fry. Which ever you prefer on this monday morning.
If I knew spanish I would yell something passionately in the language.
Gulliver!
(touch the nun with your cursor and you shall receiveth the goods)
[Unfortunately, I just discovered that "Farolillo de Feria" has a minimal amount of skippage in it. I currently have no other copy of the record, but as soon as I hunt one down I shall salve this shattered track.]
