Gipsy Kings
Gipsy Kings (originally Los Reyes) are a musical group founded in 1979 in Arles, France. The band, whose members have Catalan heritage, play a blend of Catalan rumba, flamenco, salsa, and pop. They perform mostly in Catalan but also mix in Spanish and languages of southern France, such as Occitan.
Although the group members were born in France, their parents were mostly gitanos (Spanish Romani) who fled Spain during the 1930s Spanish Civil War. They are known for bringing rumba flamenca, a pop-oriented music distantly derived from traditional flamenco and rumba, to a worldwide audience, and for their interpretations of English-language pop hits.
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The Main Mix
The scene was quite interesting. Because of crazy Delhi traffic, we were delayed more than 2 hours getting across the city to the site of the wedding reception. We were worried that we would have missed the whole thing, as we got there a bit after 10PM. We should not have been concerned, for when we got there we were among the first guests to arrive!
We were greeted warmly by the groom’s family and told to make ourselves at home. The reception was held outdoors in a series of huge ornately decorated tents. We walked up to the bar and were astonished at the broad spectrum of alcohol available - even a fountain of champagne! We were then greeted by a succession of waiters dressed in traditional Indian dress serving amazing hors d'oeuvres. The buffet took up the space of a half a football field, with servers and chefs and all manner of luxury. We were beginning to wonder just how wealthy our hosts were!
When the rest of the guests arrived festivities finally got underway at about half past midnight, a band began to play. I did not recognize the first song, but I was nearly certain that I recognized the band. And then, the band started to play “Hotel California” in Spanish, and I thought “no way, could it actually be the Gipsy Kings?!” It actually was.
Thus capped off one of the most memorable nights of my time in India. I was at the wedding of a wealthy Indian family, listening to a French band, singing an American written song, .....in Spanish. Everyone was dancing and the Kings had the whole tent rockin’. It was fantastic.
We were introduced to the Gipsy Kings by the groom during one of their breaks, and it turns out that they were friends from their days in America. I’ll never forget it!
"I had a rough night and I hate the fuckin' Eagles, man!" - The Dude
The movie is terrific, the original music not so great and this cover uninteresting.
Yeah, well, you know, that's just, like, your opinion, man...
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nobody f's with the Jesus!
In 2017 while posted to New Delhi, India, I was invited to a wedding by one of my local Indian contacts. His son had spent some time in the U.S. and was returning to get married to an Indian woman. I knew that he was involved in the entertainment industry, but I didn’t know to what extent.
The scene was quite interesting. Because of crazy Delhi traffic, we were delayed more than 2 hours getting across the city to the site of the wedding reception. We were worried that we would have missed the whole thing, as we got there a bit after 10PM. We should not have been concerned, for when we got there we were among the first guests to arrive!
We were greeted warmly by the groom’s family and told to make ourselves at home. The reception was held outdoors in a series of huge ornately decorated tents. We walked up to the bar and were astonished at the broad spectrum of alcohol available - even a fountain of champagne! We were then greeted by a succession of waiters dressed in traditional Indian dress serving amazing hors d'oeuvres. The buffet took up the space of a half a football field, with servers and chefs and all manner of luxury. We were beginning to wonder just how wealthy our hosts were!
When the rest of the guests arrived festivities finally got underway at about half past midnight, a band began to play. I did not recognize the first song, but I was nearly certain that I recognized the band. And then, the band started to play “Hotel California” in Spanish, and I thought “no way, could it actually be the Gipsy Kings?!” It actually was.
Thus capped off one of the most memorable nights of my time in India. I was at the wedding of a wealthy Indian family, listening to a French band, singing an American written song, .....in Spanish. Everyone was dancing and the Kings had the whole tent rockin’. It was fantastic.
We were introduced to the Gipsy Kings by the groom during one of their breaks, and it turns out that they were friends from their days in America. I’ll never forget it!
Incredible story. What a memory. This is the sort of anecdote that makes reading RP comments enjoyable . . Thanks!
LOL! I get it. But look at it this way. There are many who can carry a tune, can harmonize in ways that would make the angels jealous. Ummm...so to speak.
And then there are also those who are always a half measure off the given beat, the path. They do injustice to the term "tin ear." They never quite seem to find it no matter how they try.
But this doesn't mean they aren't enjoying themselves. They're there having a good time, all in accordance with their sensibilities.
So in recognition of this, with no criticism meant and with complete respect, I would suggest you spend less time on her and more on your own sense of enjoyment. That's why you were there after all, wasn't it?
And if you don't like such distractions as hers then stay home, slap on a pair of nice headphones and have yerself a party.
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American Net'Zen
When I was 13, that was in 1988, I went to Cap d'Agde (France) with my parents like I did every summer (and also during the Easter holidays). My father had a sailing yacht there. That summer, a Gipsy Kings cover band played several nights in a row in an outdoor area of a hotel across from the jetty. One night they overdid it. Well past midnight the music was blaring at full volume. The boat neighbors had already tried to reduce the volume or stop the music by shouting loudly between the songs. But without success. Then my father had an idea! He got his flare pistol, loaded it and aimed it towards the hotel. Then he shot. The signal ball flew only a few meters over the stage and the hotel roof. He did it in such a way that there was no danger to people or life! But the shot had reached its target, within a second the music was off! Finally we could sleep. That's what I remember when I hear a Gipsy Kings song. But don't worry, I rated this one a 9.
El viento me despeina
Sube el aroma de colita
Luna, luna de nadie
Ella a lo lejos
Una luz centela
La idea de mi estar
Quedar por la noche
Alli estaba a la entrada
why las campanas a sonar
why me di con llamarme mismo
Que es puerta del cielo
Ella enciende una vela
En muestra del camino
Suenan voces en el corredor
why lo que indican diciend
Welcome to the Hotel California
In 2017 while posted to New Delhi, India, I was invited to a wedding by one of my local Indian contacts. His son had spent some time in the U.S. and was returning to get married to an Indian woman. I knew that he was involved in the entertainment industry, but I didn’t know to what extent.
The scene was quite interesting. Because of crazy Delhi traffic, we were delayed more than 2 hours getting across the city to the site of the wedding reception. We were worried that we would have missed the whole thing, as we got there a bit after 10PM. We should not have been concerned, for when we got there we were among the first guests to arrive!
We were greeted warmly by the groom’s family and told to make ourselves at home. The reception was held outdoors in a series of huge ornately decorated tents. We walked up to the bar and were astonished at the broad spectrum of alcohol available - even a fountain of champagne! We were then greeted by a succession of waiters dressed in traditional Indian dress serving amazing hors d'oeuvres. The buffet took up the space of a half a football field, with servers and chefs and all manner of luxury. We were beginning to wonder just how wealthy our hosts were!
When the rest of the guests arrived festivities finally got underway at about half past midnight, a band began to play. I did not recognize the first song, but I was nearly certain that I recognized the band. And then, the band started to play “Hotel California” in Spanish, and I thought “no way, could it actually be the Gipsy Kings?!” It actually was.
Thus capped off one of the most memorable nights of my time in India. I was at the wedding of a wealthy Indian family, listening to a French band, singing an American written song, .....in Spanish. Everyone was dancing and the Kings had the whole tent rockin’. It was fantastic.
We were introduced to the Gipsy Kings by the groom during one of their breaks, and it turns out that they were friends from their days in America. I’ll never forget it!
Didn't see that one coming. Sounds like it was a fantastic experience.
In 2017 while posted to New Delhi, India, I was invited to a wedding by one of my local Indian contacts. His son had spent some time in the U.S. and was returning to get married to an Indian woman. I knew that he was involved in the entertainment industry, but I didn’t know to what extent.
The scene was quite interesting. Because of crazy Delhi traffic, we were delayed more than 2 hours getting across the city to the site of the wedding reception. We were worried that we would have missed the whole thing, as we got there a bit after 10PM. We should not have been concerned, for when we got there we were among the first guests to arrive!
We were greeted warmly by the groom’s family and told to make ourselves at home. The reception was held outdoors in a series of huge ornately decorated tents. We walked up to the bar and were astonished at the broad spectrum of alcohol available - even a fountain of champagne! We were then greeted by a succession of waiters dressed in traditional Indian dress serving amazing hors d'oeuvres. The buffet took up the space of a half a football field, with servers and chefs and all manner of luxury. We were beginning to wonder just how wealthy our hosts were!
When the rest of the guests arrived festivities finally got underway at about half past midnight, a band began to play. I did not recognize the first song, but I was nearly certain that I recognized the band. And then, the band started to play “Hotel California” in Spanish, and I thought “no way, could it actually be the Gipsy Kings?!” It actually was.
Thus capped off one of the most memorable nights of my time in India. I was at the wedding of a wealthy Indian family, listening to a French band, singing an American written song, .....in Spanish. Everyone was dancing and the Kings had the whole tent rockin’. It was fantastic.
We were introduced to the Gipsy Kings by the groom during one of their breaks, and it turns out that they were friends from their days in America. I’ll never forget it!
This post deserves to go straight back to the top of the list every time this song plays.
What a great and unique story. Thanks for sharing!
In 2017 while posted to New Delhi, India, I was invited to a wedding by one of my local Indian contacts. His son had spent some time in the U.S. and was returning to get married to an Indian woman. I knew that he was involved in the entertainment industry, but I didn’t know to what extent.
The scene was quite interesting. Because of crazy Delhi traffic, we were delayed more than 2 hours getting across the city to the site of the wedding reception. We were worried that we would have missed the whole thing, as we got there a bit after 10PM. We should not have been concerned, for when we got there we were among the first guests to arrive!
We were greeted warmly by the groom’s family and told to make ourselves at home. The reception was held outdoors in a series of huge ornately decorated tents. We walked up to the bar and were astonished at the broad spectrum of alcohol available - even a fountain of champagne! We were then greeted by a succession of waiters dressed in traditional Indian dress serving amazing hors d'oeuvres. The buffet took up the space of a half a football field, with servers and chefs and all manner of luxury. We were beginning to wonder just how wealthy our hosts were!
When the rest of the guests arrived festivities finally got underway at about half past midnight, a band began to play. I did not recognize the first song, but I was nearly certain that I recognized the band. And then, the band started to play “Hotel California” in Spanish, and I thought “no way, could it actually be the Gipsy Kings?!” It actually was.
Thus capped off one of the most memorable nights of my time in India. I was at the wedding of a wealthy Indian family, listening to a French band, singing an American written song, .....in Spanish. Everyone was dancing and the Kings had the whole tent rockin’. It was fantastic.
We were introduced to the Gipsy Kings by the groom during one of their breaks, and it turns out that they were friends from their days in America. I’ll never forget it!
Wow! Such a terrific memory to cherish! I love the Gipsy Kings in concert but at a private party - WOW!!
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NObody Fucks with The Jesus.
Absolutely, especially to those of us somewhat Eagles adverse.
In 2017 while posted to New Delhi, India, I was invited to a wedding by one of my local Indian contacts. His son had spent some time in the U.S. and was returning to get married to an Indian woman. I knew that he was involved in the entertainment industry, but I didn’t know to what extent.
The scene was quite interesting. Because of crazy Delhi traffic, we were delayed more than 2 hours getting across the city to the site of the wedding reception. We were worried that we would have missed the whole thing, as we got there a bit after 10PM. We should not have been concerned, for when we got there we were among the first guests to arrive!
We were greeted warmly by the groom’s family and told to make ourselves at home. The reception was held outdoors in a series of huge ornately decorated tents. We walked up to the bar and were astonished at the broad spectrum of alcohol available - even a fountain of champagne! We were then greeted by a succession of waiters dressed in traditional Indian dress serving amazing hors d'oeuvres. The buffet took up the space of a half a football field, with servers and chefs and all manner of luxury. We were beginning to wonder just how wealthy our hosts were!
When the rest of the guests arrived festivities finally got underway at about half past midnight, a band began to play. I did not recognize the first song, but I was nearly certain that I recognized the band. And then, the band started to play “Hotel California” in Spanish, and I thought “no way, could it actually be the Gipsy Kings?!” It actually was.
Thus capped off one of the most memorable nights of my time in India. I was at the wedding of a wealthy Indian family, listening to a French band, singing an American written song, .....in Spanish. Everyone was dancing and the Kings had the whole tent rockin’. It was fantastic.
We were introduced to the Gipsy Kings by the groom during one of their breaks, and it turns out that they were friends from their days in America. I’ll never forget it!
Cool story. Thank You for sharing it!