Best pal Nina sent me links to Flamenco music and Gypsy singers. I have been transported to Barcelona and to the foothills of the Pyrenees for the past forty five minutes. Eso es! Ole! Clapping my hands and stomping my heels into the boards of my stage. I try to keep my posture correct; arrogant, fierce, disobedient and defiant. Ole!
The singer is sitting, singing with passion. The music is suggesting struggle, resistance, pride of blood and spirit. Estrella Morente, with eyes shut and expressions of pain, suffering, and resistance, voices her connections with the history of abuses, by fake royalty, of her people. I notice her mouth while she sings and I get what it is I want in life. I want to sing like the Gypsies. I want to make noises with my mouth as if I have lived in the north of Spain my whole life. Watch her voice the history of desires, losses, love, death. See where she places her lips and tongue.
Estrella Morente sings with her lips, tongue, teeth and nasal passages. I cannot do that naturally. My forebears are from the western parts of Europe. We speak like the Germans. We could not ever speak, much less sing, with our tongues, lips, teeth and sing from our nasal passages. The Germanic tribes all speak, and sing, from the back of their throat and we use the rectum as a voicebox. We can’t dance flamenco. Western Europeans pound their fist for emphasis when they speak. The Gypsies pound their feet and move everything from the neck down. And clap! Clapping is rhythmic and suggestive. Oh, I want to dance and sing with my hips, from the nipples down, and my lips, tongue, and teeth! Ole!
G. M. Goodwin
4 January 2019
Playing Fair and Being Kind 
You can do it in your mind, love, I am sure.
Thank you, dear Grace. You are so kind!