The audience in concert hall Bulgaria went through all possible and impossible states of the flamenco, whose soul was released by its masters- David Peña Dorantes, Renaud Garcia- Fons and Theodosii Spassov.The three virtuosos, united by their admiration of this one style and even more by their love of improvisations, met in front of their Bulgarian fans. Like the rest of the events, organized by JaZZ Plus, this concert offered way more than what was pre-planned. It offered a spiritual journey, of which the artists and the listeners were legitimate voyagers.I believe that everybody who attended this concert came to feel the sound of love… the gypsy love.At 8 PM, a solo performance by David Dorantes enthralled us so tenderly. Exceptional technique, hidden messages, love, agony, passion, and magic! By the end, two bizarre beasts were unleashed- Renaud Garcia-Fons and the percussionist Nano Peña. After them emerged the adversary of all standards in music- Theodosii Spassov. Free flamenco trio… I do not know how the pipes of the organ in the almost full concert hall did not fall off.The audience was struck dumb! Like the lights on stage, we turned red too, heated with emotion. Every composition and its titillating performance brought an immense amount of energy. Our senses were completely vulnerable to the musicians, who took us across the slopes of Andalusia. The bow in the hands of Fons and the kaval in Spasov’s were like weapons. We were killed by their insane flamenco and unbounded improvisations, among which, understandably, was the piece We Are Water.The concert officially ended at 9:15 PM but the concert hall turned out to be a seismic zone. The second earthquake lasted until 9:30 PM. Another story was told by the trio during the encore, with the added bonus of a solo performance by Dorantes. Thunderous applause and friendly hugs on stage!This was a concert, an art-happening, which obliterated all traditional understandings of the flamenco and left us happily dazed.We couldn’t have had it any other way, considering the roaring tenderness that prevailed.
