Flaco Jimenez
Fri., July 5, 1996
From the almond brandy, title-track bolero to the deliriously wicked
boot-stompers, you want to sit back and soak this album in -- soak it in and
crank it up. This is vintage Flaco with an all-star cast, making love to and on
a passionate pillow of compressed air, the squeezebox between his arms.
Harkening back to the Forties and Fifties -- Los Alegres de Teran-era
melodies -- Buena Suerte, Señorita is conjunto come full circle.
Welcome home, Don Leonardo. Welcome back to a smokey lounge, lit up with aging
neon on San Antonio's Zarzamora Street. The doe-eyed woman who brings your beer
and empties the ashtray is a vision in bronze. She sways in time to the
unforgettable waltz. And Flaco's five digits dance merrily through tune after
tune, accompanied intermittently by golden-throated Fred Ojeda or Oscar Tellez
or Max Baca trading turns on the bajo sexto. This is the essence of a
Nashville-San Antonio romance that was meant to be. Embrace it.
HHH1/2 -- Abel Salas
