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Rating: Summer night, faraway place, distant from any four-lane highway and perfectly located in the heart of Puglia. Almost nobody knows this Carlos well, and everything suggests a gentleman from a world music compilation, with no offense to fans of the genre. The start of the concert actually doesn't seem to prove us wrong, he plays his flute in the beautiful setting offered by the town hosting him. A delightful little square and especially warm considering the flashes attacking the horizon. I move a bit away from the stage, thinking that perhaps, given the genre, one can enjoy this Hispano-Franco-Irish musicality better from afar. But "slowly" everything becomes, piece by piece, more and more lively, the atmosphere becomes more playful, the girl violinists accompanying him on stage (Begonia and Paloma, beautiful) start to get up more and more often, people abandon the horrible plastic chairs scattered across the square and start dancing first shyly, then more and more, forming trains and having fun. Begonia comes down from the stage and joins the now large number of dancers. The bagpipe he affectionately calls zampogna is a river of notes, he is too funny and shouts like a madman to accompany this saloon feeling of Dodge City. The nearby bar sells beer at €1.50 and sandwiches at €2, I can't believe it.
A very enjoyable evening for a truly borderless folk concert that could be repeated the same way in completely different latitudes. Last event of the second edition of the Adriatic International Festival organized by the Province of Brindisi (free) of which, unfortunately, I missed the other encounters.
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