https://www.saltshaker.net/20051127/the-liberator Casting a little flavor (and a few aspersions) on the world of food, drink, and life Thu, 27 Aug 2015 03:58:18 +0000 hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.1 https://www.saltshaker.net/20051127/the-liberator#comment-243373 Thu, 27 Aug 2015 03:58:18 +0000 https://www.saltshaker.net/20051127/the-liberator#comment-243373 […] evening found us wandering our way to the Rosedal, but not to see the roses. Instead, it was to listen to, and hopefully see, Mercedes Sosa, quite […]

]]> https://www.saltshaker.net/20051127/the-liberator#comment-7619 Fri, 24 Nov 2006 12:57:14 +0000 https://www.saltshaker.net/20051127/the-liberator#comment-7619 […] Buenos Aires – It was time to visit the Rosedal again, I check in on it on and off to see what’s happening in the rose blooming world. This time of year, of course, it’s a riot of color…. […]

]]> https://www.saltshaker.net/20051127/the-liberator#comment-190 Mon, 20 Feb 2006 11:51:38 +0000 https://www.saltshaker.net/20051127/the-liberator#comment-190 […] Saturday evening found us wandering our way to the Rosedal, but not to see the roses. Instead, it was to listen to, and hopefully see, Mercedes Sosa, quite possibly the most successful Argentinian singer of all time – nationally and internationally. Of course, we were not alone in heading for this gratis concert in the park, we were joined but a few thousands of other people who had the same idea. At about 7 minutes before 9:00 in the evening, a white helicopter zoomed overhead, and then swooped down and landed backstage. Sharply at 9, Ms. Sosa was on stage to a standing ovation – which was to remain the model of the concert – thousands of folk who’d come and found places to sit on the grass now stood, and remained standing, for two solid hours of music – clapping, cheering, and singing along – slowly pressing closer to the stage in hopes of glimpsing her directly. Not an easy feat, as she was seated in a grand armchair, making her a bit difficult to see – but large screens on either side of the stage kept her in view of everyone. She was joined mid-concert by Diego Torres, one of Argentina’s more recognizable young talents, and at the end of the evening, for her final three songs, by the legendary Charly Garica. No photos – it was dark out, they were using kleig lights shining out from the stage, and the best I could get was a flash photo of a few dozens of folk standing near to me. […]

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