...when I listen to Morente my life becomes too shallow for me to swim in, I dig but I can't go down, I reach for the sky but I can't rise, when I listen to Morente I know I've betrayed the solemn promise that justified all my betrayals...my guitar turns its back on me and I want to give everything back but no one wants it...I feel humble but not humiliated, I go with him now out of the darkness of what I could not be and into the darkness of the song I could not sing, I hear Morente's Alleluia rising toward the impossible occasion, his cry lifted against the confused contradictions of the heart and hanging there beneath his voice, his voice escaped from the mud of hope...”
tribute to Morente by LC, a great singer and anomalous Flamenco guitarist. this is just a part.