When I named Azar I loved the play on words that his name meant “luck” or “happenstance” in Spanish but it also sounded like “azahar”, which means orange blossom.
Azar would have been 18 today. It seemed unimaginable a year ago that we wouldn’t have any more birthdays together. It still feels unbearable that I’ll never see or hold him again.
First time I heard this song was in this scene from Jim Jarmusche’s fabulous Down by Law.
I’ve been in love with Irma Thomas ever since.
(and yes, it’s still raining in Sevilla…)
Today is Palm Sunday, the official start of Semana Santa in Sevilla, and I was reminded of this video I posted on the Azahar Sevilla blog three years ago. I’d taken it not knowing that it was going to be my last Easter Holy Week in my old house, that it would be the last time I heard this beautiful march played below my bedroom balconies at 1 in the morning as the Santa Cruz procession made its way back home.
I’ll tell you right now that it’s not very good quality, but you can catch a bit of the tune, which I finally found out (after putting this on YouTube) that it’s called La Madrugá by Abel Moreno.
And now I prepare for a week of madness. I have a crazy amount of tapas tours and I’m still not over the cold-flu thing that caused me to lose my voice for the first time in my life. What are you doing this week?