https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ryXdDjn1X8
There is for me something deeply mysterious, deeply nostalgic and wonderful in the flamboyant music of the Gipsy Kings. With my utter incomprehension of the Spanish language (and perhaps I should here greatly despair, given as I am a terrible lover of Latin American literature), it forms in me a profound longing, an almost ethereal yearning to be something, to be somewhere.
I remember hearing it on the taxi radio on the way to court once. It reminded me that life was irrefutably beautiful. I left the firm soon after that. I would like to think that there is perhaps some correlation there.
The Gipsy Kings are a favourite of my dad. That alone makes me think well of him, of our past family life.
Isn't that wonderful ... Isn't that wonderful music.
