Ever since the late 19th century introduction of the phonograph, succeeding generations have been captivated by music recordings of their time. In itself, it brought about the concept and invention of popular music.
Each decade since then, has brought with it different, new and exciting eras of sound. From blues, through to opera, jazz to rockabilly. A musical cacophony of creative genres to strike a chord with everyone’s taste.
For some it can feel like chalk and cheese. A love, hate syndrome develops. Why do some like one sound and others a completely different type? When beat, rhythm and melody all harmonise, people tend to too.
After two evenings of pounding beat, it’s time to move on. Good to know the local birdsong are ready and waiting in the wings to spring into chorus, once party-time is over.
Mr S’s Merlin bird app captures sixty seconds of natty chatter.
We leave El Greco with its surround sound simmering in the distance. Meanwhile we start to simmer as the forecast heat builds.
Today’s planned short journey to Cazalegas Camping allows for a beautiful interruption. A two hour stroll to take in the stunning Barancas de Burujon.
Cazalegas Camping is fronted by a huge restaurant and venue centre, which they describe and name The Complex of Dreams. The camp area as such is a scrawny grid of thin, long pitches. Barely enough room for table and chairs. Few campers are here. Both indoor and outdoor restaurants are brimming over. There’s a birthday party, or more, on the go. How the Spaniards love to party. And how they love to indulge in the latest, loudest dance music.
Mid-evening and 2 Cheeses are wondering what time their dream time will begin. We’re starting to develop a different type of complex to the one advertised just as the (kind) DJ brings proceedings to a halt at 9pm.
Ah. Peace at last.
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