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around <strong>the</strong> plaza's plateau, followed by more people, clapping <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
h<strong>and</strong>s in approval <strong>and</strong> encouragement. In its enthusiasm, <strong>the</strong> crowd<br />
cheers:<br />
*"Viva el cantator!"*<br />
Watt <strong>and</strong> Krikksen begin to appreciate it, too.<br />
"Do you hear that? Heavy stuff, man!"<br />
"Far out. Down in <strong>the</strong> dumps to <strong>the</strong> n th degree."<br />
"He makes <strong>the</strong> blues sound like <strong>the</strong> wailings of a lovesick<br />
puppy."<br />
"And listen how he interacts with <strong>the</strong> crowd's clapping, <strong>the</strong> guy<br />
can improvise as well."<br />
"I wanna chip in. Hey hombre," Krikksen says to a byst<strong>and</strong>er<br />
carrying a guitar on his back, "Can I borrow your guitarra for a<br />
moment?"<br />
"Aye, Los Flam<strong>and</strong>os locos." <strong>the</strong> spectator says, "Be my guest."<br />
Strapping <strong>the</strong> guitar on, Krikksen walks up <strong>the</strong> rise <strong>and</strong> strikes a<br />
sustained chord. He tries several o<strong>the</strong>rs until he finds one that<br />
complements <strong>the</strong> sad singer's cantations. The enthusiastic crowd<br />
applauds <strong>the</strong>ir jam session. Krikksen plays on, calling up every inch<br />
of restraint not to drift off into Jerry Garcia territory. Instead, he<br />
focuses on <strong>the</strong> rhythm clapped by <strong>the</strong> audience <strong>and</strong> adapts his riff<br />
churning around that. The crowd goes crazy:<br />
"Lo Flam<strong>and</strong>o poco-loco."<br />
*"Viva el guitarrero!"*<br />
In <strong>the</strong> meantime, <strong>the</strong> Moorish party delegation has ga<strong>the</strong>red near<br />
this happening. Breath-taking belly dancers, fakirs performing<br />
freakish acts like laying on a bed of nails, eating fire <strong>and</strong> spitting<br />
flames, expert jugglers keeping up an amazing amount of multihued<br />
balls, acrobats forming human pyramids, <strong>the</strong> lot. While <strong>the</strong> Spanish<br />
clap <strong>the</strong>ir rhythm with <strong>the</strong>ir h<strong>and</strong>s, <strong>the</strong> Moors appear to have a special<br />
instrument for that: two h<strong>and</strong>held, hollowed-out pieces of hardwood.<br />
They are tied toge<strong>the</strong>r with a chord; <strong>the</strong> chord is secured to <strong>the</strong> thumb<br />
while <strong>the</strong> fingers clap <strong>the</strong> pieces toge<strong>the</strong>r, creating a rapid drumming<br />
sound, dry <strong>and</strong> penetrating. These pear-shaped clappers closely<br />
resemble big chestnuts so <strong>the</strong> crowd, going bonkers <strong>and</strong> bananas,<br />
shouts:<br />
*"Viva los castaños!"*<br />
Then Watt cannot refrain himself anymore <strong>and</strong> he storms <strong>the</strong><br />
temporary stage with three great strides <strong>and</strong> a big jump. A fanatical<br />
free-time tap dancer, he raps out a rhythm of his own with his heavy<br />
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