Spain, 1981, Galician folk
That feeling when you realize Celtic music isn’t confined to islands in the North Atlantic. And neither are bagpipes. This wonderful Gailician folk music is not to be confused with the other (also folk) music from Galicia in eastern Europe. Weird that there are two geographical areas in Europe with the same name. Harps and bagpipes are a shortcut to my heart.
This is written on the inside cover of the album, and I cannot make any sense as to what it might mean:
“Saturnino Cuiñas was a very important figure in the Galician cultural movement who never turned his back on our language. It’s thanks to his efforts in folklore that we have many of the pieces that are today considered traditional; he was a contributor in all such fields and was the inventor of this beautiful tradition.
In the Chapel of the Holy Cross in the parish of Cesullas, at the end of the Mass the men, heads bowed and leaning on their hands, when the people exited, their voices joined in a cry that grew until the sound ended in a cracked, sudden shriek, in the order of Saturnino. This cry symbolized the union of many men engaged in the same effort, which I baptize with the name of
So this album is a preservation and celebration of all that Saturnino Cuiñas did concerning the music and culture of Galicia.