Showing posts with label Havana. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Havana. Show all posts

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Guayaberas



The origin of the name Guayabera may come from a Cuban legend that tells of a poor countryside seamstress sewing large pockets into her husband's shirts for carrying guava (guayabas) from the field. Guayaberamay also have originated from the word yayabero, the word for a person who lived near the Yayabo River in Cuba.

Today, they come in different colors, and are sometimes worn inside the pants. An original Guayabara is white like an innocent young girl!

Juan Lopez

Here is one of the few Havana brands which is offered only in handmade styles, started in 1876 by Juan Lopez Diaz. The range of sizes is limited, but the workmanship is first-rate and the flavor is considered to be medium to strong, with light and almost aromatic overtones. A sampling of this cigar may develop into a long term love for it.
I had the pleasure smoking a couple of them last week with a friend and need to get more, soon....

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Havana Cafe

Barbarito Torres has found a place among the finest folkloric musicians the island has to offer.
A master of the Cuban lute-like instrument called the laud, close to a mandolin, he was part of the Buena Vista Social Club. He presents the rich string tradition that exists inside Cuban music scene. On tour outside Cuba, Barbarito and Victor met in Santa Fe and became friends. Victor hopes to meet up with him during filming in Havana.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

¡Viva Street Music¡

“It’s a naturally happy place, and people are generally joyous there,” Havana-born Víctor Alvarez, Savor’s bandleader, says. “The island is such a paradise, with the sea, the flowers. Music in Cuba is in the streets.”Hearing Savor play is like being handed a gift. This is traditional Cuban music, straight from Havana’s fabled streets.
Alvarez’ mother taught him much of what he knows about music, but he was also educated by his childhood neighborhood. It helped that he lived two doors down from the legendary La Bodeguita del Medio, where well-known musicians were known to mingle with the likes of a guy named Ernest Hemingway. Inevitably, the musicians would pick up their instruments.
“They’d sit and play and I’d go down there and listen from the outside, memorizing the songs and ripping off their licks,” Alvarez says. “A lot of the licks I play today are from those days, from listening to those musicians.” Continue