Such a cute and home renaissance
Desert huge rooms, echoing acoustics, crooks the theorba, picks up a baroque guitar, assentes the cellon, a bent zinc withdraws melodies of the 16th century with its pure boyish timbre, a voiced sakbut, the predecessor of a thrombone join it, and together two winds are carried under the dome; Little Viola, the great -grandmother of the violin, is spinning with the performer holding it in their hands, the singers tap with heels and castenets, and dance shock.