March 3rd, 1966
Dear father, mother and brothers:
I write you without having received reply to the last letter I’ve sent to you from Dallas on the 14th of this month. As I said in the letter I just wrote to Pepe a few days ago, it’s very likely that you have written to me and sent the letter to Louisville because it was the most appropriate place to send it. As you know, we performed in that town 5 days in advance, so, if I didn’t write to you before, it was because I was waiting for your reply.
It’s 3:00pm and we have just arrived to Birmingham to work this evening in Montevallo which is 30 miles away from here.
As you all know, we have been in New York for 3 days without working, but Sabicas was not there. However, there is an Argentinean guitar player who is a good friend of Sabicas and he said to Rafael “El Negro” (a gypsy dancer of the company) and his wife (Matilde Coral, another famous dancer) that Sabicas is mad about hearing me playing. When we come back to New York, the first days of April, they will arrange a party in which Sabicas and all his friends will be there only to listen how I play and I’m just “shit-scared” because I don’t know whether I will do it well or not.
I make a fool of Manolo Barón at the stage every day because, although he is the first guitar player, people doesn’t pay attention to him…