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“They laughed when Andrés Segovia sat down and started to play the guitar. The audacity of the man, bringing a flamenco instrument into the sacred spaces of concert halls. This foolish young man is making futile attempts to change the guitar—with its mysterious, Dionysian nature—into an instrument worthy of Apollo. The guitar responds to the passionate exaltation of Andalusian folklore and not to the precision, order, and structure of classical music.” Discover the review
“They laughed when Andrés Segovia sat down and started to play the guitar. The audacity of the man, bringing a flamenco instrument into the sacred spaces of concert halls. This foolish young man is making futile attempts to change the guitar—with its mysterious, Dionysian nature—into an instrument worthy of Apollo. The guitar responds to the passionate exaltation of Andalusian folklore and not to the precision, order, and structure of classical music.”
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