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THE SHERATON HOTEL TO AUGUSTINE. ANECDOTES OF AN ACCORDION.

With my "Transicord"

Trying to refine our existence in this world, we are recalling moments made a difference in every performance. A black and white with all its contrasts. Part of the story of my life and professions related to my favorites. In this case, music. What story, nothing has to do with criticism and not with fanciful comments. It's just remember the joy it was to be an avid accordionist and what this instrument allowed us to observe.

The 70. Started my professional career as enlivened it holiday and had my instrumental group and attended all sorts of events. One of them, at the end of 73, employees receive a public entity can not remember what it was. The appointment at the Sheraton Hotel and 12 noon to 4 pm. Much discourse and offerings and good wishes for Christmas and New Year. Sweepstakes special gifts and awards for good workers. Luxury care.

Amid cocktails and passed appetizers that "lunch." We had managed to get ours. The young men preferred to meet the honorees and special authorities. Even I have this this dish with a French name and we came by chance. It consisted of a hem of his olive and inlaid with decorative lettuce. Like we played and amenizábamos the meeting. With me "Daddy" Oscar Cornejo and Lucho Vivar, my drummer and singer, respectively.

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Three musicians like us, the menu was our guy. After the excitement and terminate the contract, "Papi" I asked if we had something more for the night. I said no and the "touch" took the opportunity to commit to a "tone" in Santoyo, by the Augustinian near the headquarters Bourbons. The Five Corners lived at Avenida Los Incas, and it was a small contract. Always my intention to work with him, I agreed with all our luggage and instruments, we went to another "Santoyo. (Birthday).

We came to a house old and very friendly people. Go neighborhood! It was a tremendous change. The luxurious Sheraton Hotel and a lavish meeting, a humble place like my beloved Surquillo. Once settled in a small corner of the room, we started Creole music and tropical rhythms continue with fashion. Be provided with beer and chicha. There were no waiters. The owner of the saint, a woman chiclayana and very happy, we appreciated every moment of our presence. We give to give to music.

came the "Happy Berthey" the classic bailecito anniversary and the food. Kid-style dry north. An unsurpassed flavor and ended with "concolón" rice with duck, another sabrosura left in its minimal form the luxurious Sheraton buffet. A contrast of the artificial and natural. A full belly and happy heart. We played like we charged triple. An anecdote inseparable with my accordion and the absolute differences between the political and social to what really people. Unforgettable!. Thanks.