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Niño de Bela - "LA-RI-SOL" compasdedoce 768 views Muchas gracias a Juan "Indio", Susanna "Yedra", Pedro Guerra que me han ayudado a entender y componer este soleá. Gracias a Maria del Mar por la hospitalidad y el tiempo qu...
Llora la seguiriya compasdedoce 1,681 views 8 Mayo, 2008 A.D. Llora la seguirya un año despues. Faltan accentos, golpes, limpieza ... un año mas :) Ahora sin illusiones y sin Tommy Shakespearee
Entre soleá y fandango: Fantasia malagueña compasdedoce 709 views ....
Entre Czardas y Romance compasdedoce 135 views Любовь - это когда сердце с сердцем говорит
Estudio flamenco: farruca "Punta y Tacon" compasdedoce 1,591 views Estudio lento de la farruca
Flamenco Etude para los Niños compasdedoce 1,145 views Niño de Bela dedica esta fantasia a los niños: Nessi, Gershom, Katushka, Lev, Abril, Benja, David, Iliusha y ... todos los niños
Festival Folklorico Tolox - El grupo de Cordoba compasdedoce 1,165 views un trocito de la actuacion del grupo folklorico de Cordoba en Tolox, verano 2007
Festival Folklorico Tolox (Part 1: Los Trajes de Lujo) compasdedoce 1,302 views Pot pourri de la primera parte de la actuacion de la agrupacion folklorica de Tolox. Son: Aires de Ronda, Ole Campillo, Fandango de Cortes de la Frontera y Tangos de Ronda
Fandango de Tolox compasdedoce 954 views 7 Julio, 2007
Bolero de Alozaina compasdedoce 1,616 views Tolox, Julio 7, 2007

About Niño de Bela

Flamenco comes from Jerusalem

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I first took guitar when I was 14. Do not remember how it happened. It was in late eighties of the last century, the big time in Russia, when finally after so many years of power the infamous Soviet regime collapsed. It was really big time, the time of freedom, when the music started to pour and you could listen to something fresh which was not Sofia Rotary. I lived in a small provincial city just near Polar cyrcle and even there you could feel the waves of freedom and music.

Unfortunately, the only guitar teacher in the city, as gifted as he was, did not have much interest in teaching and I do not remember anything from those classes apart from him giving "Chinese" note to someone mercilessly plucking guitar strings ... which meant "out, you bloody bastard". I did not learn anything from him, but at the same time I just could not stop. I was playing guitar all the time. When my friends were exploring girls intimate parts, I was absolutely absorbed by guitar. I could not get any girlfriend, because they wanted to hear what was in fashion, and I was producing strange as they called it "arabic" melodies. In fact I did not know either where they were coming from.

Then doctors found that my mother had cancer. They were saying that she should have proper diet, but it was that time when you could not get in the shop anything but tuna fish conserves and to get a loaf of bread you had to stand in the queue... Horrible time, horrible place. We immigrated to Israel. What a bliss of being a Jew! They let us go, 40 kg luggage per person, no valuable things, no money, no gold, they took away our passports.

We had to start everything from zero and I could not play guitar. My mother was given three more years to live, but it is only now that I am capable of writing it this way. It took me a long time. I went to study philosophy, religion, Holocaust, languages, etc. I guess I could be a brilliant schoolar... But, fortunately, this world is not straightforward as the mind of most males... and something whose name is LOVE brought me back to myself. When I met her I realized who I was. As she was dancing in front of me with her lips half-open I understood it in a flash. After 14 years of silence and dry world of words it was like emerald rain pouring on me and taking away dust and grief.

I took her guitar and started to play it. Then we separated but the guitar stayed with me. Then I dropped everything and came to Spain. I wanted music to be my life and not what people call "hobby" - something which you really want to do, but you have to do something else so that you could do what you really want to do.

I guess only someone really on the edge of desperation would do what I did. I came to Spain with one way ticket, 300 euros, her guitar and the packback stuffed with things as if I were going to play quest game. I was really surprised at myself when I opened it in Spain. I did not know how to start, where to begin from, no plans ... I remember that after a week or so in Barcelona when I was running out of money and already experiencing hunger, I went to the beach and sat down on one of the big stones where fishers go. I felt completely alone and I did not know what to do ... then someone around pressed the tape´s button and it played the familiar song od Manu Chao "Me gustas tu" ... and then I realized that I was happy, really happy, because I was listening to this song in Spain and not in my small kitchen in Jerusalem ... at that moment it was enough for me.

Then things started to develop just as in adventure movie. Someone liked my cool green bag and stole it from me. I kept some 50 euros in my jeans, but my passport was gone. It is interesting how the Providence helps you and how you get the feeling of Providence ...

I went to work on farms as volunteer, I spent my last money buying a ticket to Granada. And that time though I was scared, I was also happy because I was going to Andalucia, to flamenco. It snowed in Granada. .. Then the story becomes really complex and just as if it would be with the papyrus found in the bottle which traveled for a long time in the seas, this part is washed out with water. I would only say that my farm working experience culmination was working as shepherd in Alpujarras for a year. Only there after 1.5 years without passport and money, I started to earn something. I restored my passport and negotiated with the shepherd that once in two months I would go to Granada for two weeks flamenco course.

The first course was disaster. It was the first time in my life when I was the worst one in the class ... and doing the thing I wanted the most in my life. Others two were better, but I realized that flamenco was not Gypsy life, it was art... so after a year one day I left the mountain with 330 euros in my pocket (better than when I came) in search for the opportunity to play only music. I really believed it would happen. And it happened.

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