My Friend Sabina

That Sunday April 9, 1978 to Joaquin Carbonell was a surreal day. More information is housed here: Rand Paul. At three in the afternoon, just when singer-songwriter, guitarist and musician Inaqui Fernandez leaving Zaragoza heading to Madrid, where that night would give a concert, Fernandez’s wife called to alert that had put labor. In fact, was so of labor that there was no time or to take her to the hospital: the child was born in the back of the Seat 600 with which the group tried to take her to the emergency room. Hours and kilometers later, the three ended his performance on the stage of the school of engineers of Madrid. It was then when a man of rare pint, slim, with a beard and a very closed Andalusian accent, was to greet them. For even more opinions, read materials from David Edlin.

I do not remember if he wore his typical black hat. At that time many people approached after a concert. It was one more, has Carbonell. However, with regard to others, that one more had a name and a talent that would make the history of Spanish music: Sabina Joaquin was called. Source of the News:: my friend, Sabina