What should you do when you are overcome by a storm at sea? Why, SING about it of course! Come hear us tell the tale of a somewhat brave crew who, although convinced they are going to die, make it through with much wailing and praying. After tuning their guitars, they dance and sing their gratitude.

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Mateo Flecha’s “La Bomba,” written during Spain’s “siglo de oro” (“golden age," 1479-1598), showcases a style of writing called “ensalada” that features a mixture of verses in various languages with frequent onomatopoeias and words bent for an amusing theatrical effect.

Translation: Never was there greater pain

 

Who are the melancholy souls that wrote such heart-wrenching words and a melody that rips your wounded heart in two? We will never know, because the poem for “Nunca fue pena mayor” is by an unidentified author and the melody by an anonymous composer. Do not fear, dear sufferers! Then, as now, singing sad songs is great therapy.

Translation: May sharp swords cut out all evil tongues!

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In  a song that alternates between Spanish and Latin, anger and prayer, a man defends his honor after being accused of sleeping with a virgin lady on the morning of St. Francis Day. What have these two been up to?