How can it be? My earliest memories of my family are of the warmth of my mother, the smile of my father, the glance of my aunt, the affection of my cousins and the love of my brothers. I remember that my ancestors intrigued me and I would wonder how they had lived and what had been their beliefs and their preoccupations, and I wondered if these things were just Gypsy things or the things of everyday people. My father taught me that to be Gypsy was to be no better or worse than anybody else, but he said it was something different to live the life with freedom, and he stressed that the respect for others was fundamental, especially the older generation, because they are the source of our wisdom. The first references I have of flamenco are from my parents, and the figure that was most emphasised was my great grandfather, Fernando Peña Soto – El Pinini. They said that he was a Gypsy born in Lebrija and that he had come to live in Utrera when he was eight-years old. It was said th
Elizabeth Zeder - Karl Smallman I seldom get excited when asked to review the recording of a cover version of a song of which I am particularly fond of the original. I am a staunch believer that original versions cannot be bettered. How can a cover version be better than what the composer originally envisaged for their music? Of course, there are exceptions, but few and far between. What is even more difficult is when the request for a critical ear comes from a friend, acquaintance or someone I respect. As I said, there are, occasionally, exceptions to the rule, one of which landed on my desk recently. Last year, I had the pleasure of interviewing Elizabeth Zeder, an American jazz singer based in Gaucín. Elizabeth has established herself among what is fast becoming a thriving music community in the Serranía de Ronda (Málaga), and so she had no trouble selecting suitable musicians to participate in the recording of her latest offering, a jazzy-pop-style version of Harvest Moon. The