Flamenco fascism

Saturday L & I went with markandwanda to a Flamenco recital.


As it happens, even though this event took place far outside my geographical and social circles, I knew two of the audience members, both of whom are named Magdalena.

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The recital was held in a Catholic high school. A southern Catholic high school, which is different from what you're picturing. But still, I served a four year sentence in one of these fine institutions in my misguided youth, and upon setting foot in this one - the first time I've been in a Catholic high school, apart from the ones in my dreams, since 1987 - I turned to L and asked her if she could smell the tyranny.