This article is written by Julia Espín.
The post war in Spain lasted many, many years.
People had to leave their hometowns to look for a better life in the cities or they migrated to other countries for good or they left their children with their Grandparents and went to work in Europe for years to get enough money to comeback with cash.
That shows how poor we were in the 50’ and 60’s.
When I was 11 years old (1968), and I started secondary school there was a big change in my life. I felt grown up because I could mix with girls older than me.
The only knowledge I had about music was the songs I learnt playing in the streets (songs passed down through many generations about games or to do with fiestas), and the songs my mother sang while doing the housework. Songs that only mothers sang and they were sad songs of people that were separated from their families living abroad and happy songs about everyday life.
I lived in a building four storeys high with two flats per floor. There was a patio in the middle and all the kitchen windows were overlooking the patio. After lunch, while doing the washing up, the eight women sang songs and often all sang the same song together. I didn’t like that kind of music but that was all I had.
Because we were ruled by a dictator, we could only listen to the music he allowed us to have. We were not allowed to listen to foreign music, only some Italian or French.
I did not have a radio cassette or a record-player, but I had a very small radio that I took with me everywhere. Nearly all the music played on the radio was by Spanish groups that sang songs in Spanish, some of the songs were from really famous singers and groups like the Beatles, Simon and Garfunkel, Neil Young etc… But we thought they were Spanish songs. It was at the end of the 70’ that we learned they were songs from abroad translated into Spanish.
Now we have freedom to listen and to dance anything we like.
Valencia is a region where people enjoy music in every way, we have famous rock groups, melodic singers and of course every single town and village have their own music band that goes up and down the streets for all kinds of reason: weddings, funerals, fiestas, religious celebrations and so on.
It’s lovely living in this musical region.
The Spanish Thyme Traveller organise trips on which you can experience the amazing food and culture of the interior. We visit the beautiful interior of Valencia and Teruel.
Your personal recollections, not to mention the photos, give us a really precious glimpse into the past of a country we’re all getting to know in our own ways. Love these posts.
Thanks Robin, for your kind comments! best wishes Julia
A lovely post Julia, I just read it to my husband too. We went to an Alpujarran Trovo night last night here in the village, a private affair held in a bodega, like that, the songs were passed through generations and someone told us that arguments etc would be smoothed over through song. Traditional music, wherever you come from, is a wonderful part of the culture and heritage.