Seasons of Life

Flamenco on the Prairies —Tom Hendry Warehouse

It’s hot outside, but what else is new? That’s part of Fringe. Does anyone else find it hot inside as well? At venues that are supposed to be climate-controlled? Colin Jackson and Cercle Molière: why are they dank and humid? And for this show as well, it’s oddly warm and humid in Warehouse mainstage!

But it fits though!

I was in Spain not-so-long-ago and its atmosphere is known for searing summer heat,thick with humidity—and that’s where I last saw a Spanish band. It brings back fond memories to see this quartet playing Spanish folk music within the moist air of Warehouse. Several times, I closed my eyes and let myself believe that I was actually back in Spain, sipping on a cold sangria. Then I realised that I was missing the verve,elan and passion of these musicians, so I returned to my open-eyed, leaning-forward in my chair position.

When the singer hit the mic, it reminded me of being in Portugal for the fado performances. How can you not melt into your seat to the genuine, warm and artful sounds of her voice?

Then there’s the highlight of the show: the flamenco dancing. Visual, energetic and powerful—I simply could not get enough of it. It is such a feast for the eyes (and the ears), that I was completely immersed. Being so enrapt, I completely forgot that there was a plot unfolding with the dance. I think I just enjoyed it too much and missed the meaning. Perhaps I need to see it again.

The show is simply transcendent. I could not believe there were only ~20 butts in the seats. Get out there and see this spectacle!

Ray Yuen