Memories
Jose Feliciano truly has a gift, beyond the obvious, which he shares with us. The longer I know him, the more I realize how very special he is: his wit and wisdom (the latter being overshadowed by the former); his sense of honor and compassion for others and his intuitive nature. Anyone who has spent any time with Jose Feliciano has emerged a better person for it. His humor and knowledge is legendary, his reputation has remained solidly intact, despite bumps in the road that occur in anyone's life. But what’s always impressed me the most, indeed, it impresses me even still, is his ability to communicate with people; people from all walks of life, all statures, all ages.
While constructing and maintaining Jose's Personal Website, I've solicited the letters and the insights of friends and those who have experienced the magic of Jose Feliciano, both on record and in person. It occurred to me suddenly, that I, too, who have known Jose for over thirty years (!) and having traveled with him regularly for almost twenty of them (until our daughter was born and we began a family). I also cherish a treasury of moments and memories that could fill volumes!
With that I began to relive some of the hundreds (thousands?) of moments that have touched my heart and have made me, in a way, who I am today.
Fondly, Susan Feliciano+
Conocer a José es un regalo de Dios (Knowing Jose Is A Gift From God)
by Margie "P" OffermannDesde muy niña fui una gran fan de José. Su música, su carisma, su talento fueron inspiración por muchos anos, a través de mi adolescencia y luego como adulta.
Hace un ano, tuve la bendición de conocerlo personalmente, durante un concierto en EPCOT, Disney World. Luego su esposa Susan, una mujer preciosa en todos los aspectos, y yo cultivamos una amistad que ha bendecido mi vida inmensamente.
Este ano, fuimos de nuevo a EPCOT. Esta vez mi familia y yo tuvimos el privilegio de compartir 4 días con José y su familia. Puedo decir sin duda que fueron unos de los días más felices en mi vida. Escuchar a José los 3 días de concierto, y “vivir” cerca de él 4 días me obligan a reafirmar que conocer a José es un regalo de Dios.
Un alma de niño travieso, una sonrisa que te llega a lo más intimo. Una risa que es un caudal de alegría sincera que te penetra en tus sentidos. El toque de sus manos es una caricia en tu corazón, el sonido de su voz es una memoria que se graba en lo más profundo de tu ser. Conocer a José te cambia la vida. José entra a tu corazón y tú nunca mas puedes cerrar esa puerta. José entra en tu persona y a partir de ese momento tú no sabes si él es parte de tu vida, o si simplemente él ya es el dueño de la tuya.
Gracias José bello, gracias por tu música y el amor que nos das a todos los que te amamos y admiramos.
Margie
Knowing Jose is a gift from God.
Since I was a child I was a big fan of Jose. His music, charisma, and talents inspired me for many years through my teens and later as an adult.
A year ago, I had the blessing of meeting him personally, during a concert at EPCOT Disney World. Then his wife Susan, a beautiful woman in all aspects, and I developed a friendship that has blessed my life immensely.
This year, we went back to EPCOT. This time my family and I had the privilege of sharing 4 days with Jose and his family. I can say without doubt that they were the happiest days in my life. Listening to Jose’s concerts for 3 days, and "living" close to him 4 days make me reaffirm that knowing Jose is a gift from God.
He has the soul of a mischievous child, a smile that gets into the most intimate corners of your person. His laughter is a flow of sincere joy that enters your senses. The touch of his hands is a caress to your heart, the sound of his voice is a memory that is engraved in the deepest of your being. Meeting Jose changes your life. Jose enters into your heart and you can never close that door. Jose enters your person and from that moment you do not know if he is part of your life, or simply he is the master of your own.
Thanks sweet Jose, thank you for your music and the love that you give to all of us who love and admire you.
Margie
First Time Ever I Saw...
by Dec HickeyEverybody's experience of seeing their heroes (musical or otherwise) in a live setting for the first time tends to be momentous and mine sticks with me like very little else.
Growing up as a teenager in the early seventies, in Bedford, England (fifty miles north of London, for some kind of bearing) I, like every other kid, soaked up all the pop music that was coming out of our radios and TVs but none of my mates or indeed anyone else I knew had ever heard of Jose Feliciano. I've no idea why but something hints the exact moment he first impacted on my life was sometime after the explosion of 'Light My Fire' and on somewhere in to that late 60s/early 70s... 'space.' Whenever it was it kick-started a love affair with that voice and that guitar that lasts to this day and certainly by early '73 the urge for this then fifteen-year-old to, somehow, get to see Jose play live was all but uncontrollable.
I distinctly remember lying on our dimly lit sitting room, on the carpet in front of the artificial 'coal effect' fire (very de rigueur at the time) with the January 6 edition of the New Musical Express and honing in on a Derek Johnson, 'News Desk' item announcing Jose's forthcoming March, UK dates. Annoyingly, the photo of Jose was mistakingly reversed and had him playing left-handed, the sort of sloppiness which, to this day, still really rankles with me. Don't even get me started on the same cock-ups on record/CD sleeves. Anyway... 'Six concerts,' 'supported by a large orchestra,' 'expected to star in his own TV special'... my heart pounded a fair bit. I had no idea what I was going to do about it. I had never been to any gig and I certainly didn't know what you did to get tickets, there was no 'slapping the plastic' over the phone back then. I knew, though, something had to be done and for the next two months (and I really do mean the whole two months) I stared endlessly at that NME cutting, trying to work out exactly what I could/would do. But...
Cometh the hour, cometh the man... well, kid anyway. Skiving off school was not something I did but on the day (Wed, March 5, 1973, forever etched) of the closest concert to me, the Royal Albert Hall gig in London, I was up and out the door, dressed for and supposedly heading to school. Instead I went straight to the train station and locked my school briefcase to my bike and padlocked the bike to the station wall; 'trust' you wouldn't entertain these days! Thankfully, one benefit (and it would be hard for me to find too many others) of being at my particular school was that our sober, blue blazer and long grey trousers uniform could have us blend fairly effortlessly into the outside world without looking too much like school kids so, without a change of clothes, I bought a day return ticket to London and headed into the unknown.
I got to the RAH at about 10.30am and soon learned that the gig was sold out but that there was, most importantly, something called 'returned tickets' which meant I might have a very slight chance of getting in. Having gotten something to eat and rung my Mum to explain that I wasn't quite where she thought I was and that I'd therefore be home very late (she understood what it meant to me) with approximately eight hours still to go I started queuing at the box office. It was gone 4pm before anyone else turned up and he, it transpired, was the first ticket tout of the day and one willing to sell me a £2.50 seat for... £15! You can maybe imagine how much of a 'no go' that would have seemed to a kid like me. By 6pm a queue began forming behind me and I got talking, for the first time in my life, to people who actually knew a bit about Jose and by the time the doors opened at 7.30, the trail of people was half way around the building. It was a bit gut-wrenching watching those with tickets flow effortlessly in and the box office played a slight waiting game but when a 'returned' £2.50 ticket finally came my way both they and the doormen seemed as happy for me as I was near-delirious.
Having bought a programme and gawped at the sheer wonderment of the place I rushed to my seat as strains of the London Symphony Orchestra had me panicking and thinking things had kicked off without me. Taking my seat and realising that wasn't the case I chatted with an Australian woman beside me and the first person I'd ever met who'd actually seen, back in her home country, Jose play live. She recounted what he played and even had a copy of the 'Star Spangled Banner' 7" which, at the time, I didn't even know existed! I then looked around at the other 5,000 plus people in their seats and thought I really need to chat with everyone else in the building... the Jose stories they could tell - all those cool, intimate clubs he played on his first visit to the UK in '67, the London Palladium in '69, that Hollywood festival in '70 and subsequent dates in '72. It was all a bit too much to take in and when DJ, Alan Freeman had finished his neat intro and Jose took to the stage it was the greatest single moment of my life... no more, no less and so... I promptly burst into tears.
Back then I had no barometer on what to expect, performance-wise so from opener 'Satisfaction' on to more obvious album and single material, when Jose then pulled out the likes of 'Shaft,' 'Jesus Christ Superstar,' 'Papa Was A Rolling Stone' and 'Ain't No Sunshine' I was blown away. The most memorable sight, however, of the night was the standing ovation the whole audience, including the 90 plus members of the orchestra, gave after 'Malaguena.'
To be honest I got extra lucky with my first Jose 'gig.' As many will be aware, part of that night's performance became an RCA LP, the imaginatively titled 'Live from the Royal Albert Hall' and even more of the show was to be broadcast on BBC TV the following June, all of which obviously has helped cement the night in my memory. It wouldn't have been a thought in my young head back then but someone must have suggested getting to the stage door afterwards and catching a glimpse of Jose at even closer quarters just added to the whole thing.
Back in Bedford at the dead of that night I have vivid memories of a fifteen year old lad cycling home, along a very wide and deserted road called Polhill Avenue, bolt upright and hands free (the way young lads do) taking in the night air and my barely contained excitement as I then tried to explain to my mum and dad the sheer scale of the experience I'd just had. Sixty plus appearances down the years and the dynamics of catching Jose play live are obviously now different. I'm certainly not that kid anymore but when he gets up on that stage there's still that rush of never really knowing what songs and music he'll turn his genius to.
As the teenager I was back then I had two dreams in life, one was to meet Jose and the other was, bizarrely, to live to be a hundred years old. Having done the first (and grown it into a much treasured, thirty three-year friendship), I'm not too bothered either way about the second. As I'm presently 52, I might, though, need asking again a few years hence.
Incidentally, if I'd ever met Derek Johnson I would have mentioned how much of an impact his fairly routine (in the scheme of things) NME news item had had on me way back then but sadly that won't now happen as, in a strange coincidence, this very week's NME ran an item on its ex-news editor's recent death. That now-yellowing cutting is beside me as I tap and beyond it being just a piece of paper the sight of it does bring to mind all the above memories.
Dec
Jose: A True Athlete
by Nancy Engstrom, Certified Personal TrainerEverybody knows that Jose Feliciano is a great musician and artist, but did you also know that he is a true athlete? I should know, I am Jose's Personal Trainer and I am amazed by his zest for a healthy and strong body.
Jose trains with me twice a week for one hour in the gym. His workouts include cardiovascular conditioning on the stationary bike, abdominal training and weight training as well as flexibility work. Although small in stature, he is as strong as an ox. Jose's balance and coordination are both excellent for someone who is not sighted. He does lunges unassisted and can perform one handed shoulder presses with an extraordinary amount of weight while keeping the weight balanced. He performs pushup after pushup without complaint.
Jose loves to work his chest, his favorite machine is the Pec Dec and he often exceeds the number of repetitions that I ask him to do. I am happy that Jose is seeing true progress, he says that his chest has gotten bigger and that his legs are as hard as rocks. He has changed his diet for the better and has vowed to cut down on his cigarette habit. Jose has a great sense of humor and loves to tell jokes as we train but he is very serious about his workouts and he stays regimented.
I like to do a lot of flexibility work with my clients and Jose is no exception. He is as flexible as a rubber band and I often joke that I am going to put him in the circus. The reason Jose does so well in the gym is because of his positive attitude. He trains hard at every session and I find him to be truly unstoppable.
Few people know that I train Jose and when they find out they say, "But isn't he blind... how do you train him?" I reply, "It's easy, he is the most motivated client I have ."
Jose always says to me, "Nancy, you know, if I wasn't born blind I would have been a great athlete." What I want to say to him is, "Jose, you already are!"
Kenny and Jose At Graceland
Hi Susan,
Jose and I had a great time on tour this summer and I thought you'd like to share an experience with josefeliciano.com.
We had an afternoon off so we decided to go to Graceland. We arrived via a limo supplied by the Horseshoe Casino and we were met by Lenny, who was our private tour guide.
We took a shuttle to the front of the house and were fitted with cassette players which gave a description of the rooms in the house and also Elvis' accomplishments. We started in the living room which was modest in lieu of Elvis' wealth.
From there we went to the guest bedroom which was occupied by his aunt until the early 90's until her death. Next onto the basement, where Elvis' T.V. room and pool room were situated. The T.V. room actually had 3 televisions built in along with a stereo system and record collection, including possibly some of Jose's albums! The pool room had a pool table in the center with decidedly Middle Eastern flavor to the decor; sort of like a Sheiks tent. Now, upstairs to the "Jungle Room". The story is that Elvis' dad came home and told Elvis about some weird-looking furniture he had seen at a store. Lenny told us that Elvis bought the furniture the next day and presented it to his Dad as a joke. But we guess that he liked it, because it remains there today. The furniture actually looks like it was inspired by Tahitian art; dragons for the arms of the couch, and masks that look like the Easter Island monuments.
Out to the tennis/racquet ball court which was where his father's office was located. This office was where Elvis gave the famous 1959 interview after coming home from the service. A video of the interview plays and you can see where Elvis sat at his fathers desk; sort of an eerie feeling in the room. Next to the room where all of the awards Elvis has received are archived. We were told that this is a tremendous ongoing process because a lot of his awards were never delivered; so a group was set up in the early 90's to research and archive his achievements. He is said to have sold over 1 billion records world wide; amazing for someone who never performed outside of the USA!
Last we were led to the grave site; very sad people were gathered around some openly sobbing. He is buried next to his mother and father and also his aunt. Hundreds of flowers still arrive daily along with other gifts, including collages, money and even female undergarments. As I said, given Elvis' wealth, the house is surprisingly understated.
Oh, I forgot to mention the kitchen; again, not large at all, simple and functional. Just right for Fried Peanut Butter and Banana Sandwiches!
Thanks,
Kenny
August 10, 1998
Jose and Bill At Yosemite
WHILE PERFORMING IN FRESNO, CA. LAST YEAR WE HAD A RARE DAY OFF AND AS THE "TOURING ROAD MANAGER" I ALWAYS TRY AND FIND THINGS OF INTEREST TO ENTERTAIN JOSE & THE BOYS IN THE BAND...SOMETIMES THIS IS "QUITE CHALLENGING"...NOT SO IN BEAUTIFUL NORTHERN CALIFORNIA.
IN MY PREVIOUS "LIFE" I HAD BEEN A "TOUR GUIDE" AND ONE OF THE PLACES IN THE WORLD I HAVE ALWAYS LOVED IS "YOSEMITE". I ENGAGED A CAR AND DRIVER AND ALONG WITH SOME OF THE BAND WE SPENT A DAY TOURING THE YOSEMITE NATIONAL PARK.
ALSO, IN ANOTHER "LIFE", I HAVE A DEGREE IN "FORESTRY" AND TEACH TREE IDENTIFICATION IN OUR HOME TOWN IN CONNECTICUT. THIS ALLOWED ME TO TAKE JOSE UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL TO TOUCH...SMELL...AND ENJOY THE MANY TREE SPECIES IN THE PARK. HE ESPECIALLY ENJOYED THE ROUGH-BARK AND PUNGENT SMELL OF THE "GIANT REDWOOD" (SEQUOIA SEMPERVERANS ...FOR THOSE WHO CARE).
THE PHOTO YOU SEE IS OF US STANDING BY THE MERCED RIVER WITH "HALFDOME" IN THE BACKGROUND.
JOSE NEVER CEASES TO AMAZE ME WITH HIS GREAT APPRECIATION OF NATURE BY JUST..."BEING THERE" I LOVE HIM...AS I'M SURE ALL OF YOU DO…
YOU CAN E-MAIL ME AT "ROTHER1@WEBTV.NET" OR AT JOSE'S WEBSITE.
Uncle Bill Recalls Italy
Suz, Here's a little memory of last summer that I wanted to share with you all: We had been doing concerts all over Europe during the summer of 2001. They included a concert in Spain (in a Bull Ring!), in Austria (on an island in the Danube River) and in Turkey (in an old castle!!). Italy was to be our last stop. We arrived in Brindisi, Italy after very nearly missing the last flight from Rome that day. There, we were met by our delightful hosts, Tony & Irene Evangelisti and were whisked away to an Italian Villa in the remote town of Gallipoli.
Later that night, Jose was to perform for an audience of nearly 100,000 people and a nationally televised show called, "The Baroque Awards". Jose was fabulous!!
This award show is Italy's equivalent to "The Academy Awards" and "The Grammy Awards" all in one and Jose was chosen to receive the very prestigious "Baroque" in the music category.
Also receiving awards that evening were Gerard Depardeau (for drama) and Sophia Loren (for lifetime achievement).
At a gathering after the show, when Jose was introduced to Gerard he asked..."Did you ever get your green card?" which, of course was a reference to Gerard's first major hit film in the U.S.
But his best line was saved for Sophia when he said, "Sophia, you are so beautiful...you make a blind man see!!!"
Luv, Uncle Bill (U.B.)
For those of us who know and love Jose, we know that he is never at a loss for words. The photo above records that moment in time, and along with the spectacular performance, one of Jose's greatest.
Alan Wilson Remembers
by Alan Wilson Wolverhampton, EnglandDear Susan & Jose,
The first time I heard the name and the voice was on the radio in 1967 & the song was "My Foolish Heart". There was something about the performance that must have had an immediate effect on me. I can't say what the TV programme was but a short while after I must have seen Jose perform the same song & I was well & truly hooked.The next land mark I recall was the first Jose record I bought. This was the "Feliciano" album in late 1968, & what a masterful piece of workmanship it was & still is.I had to wait until March 1973 before I first saw Jose in concert, & this was with the London Symphony Orchestra in Birmingham, which is about 8 miles from my home town. My wife & I were quite a distance from the stage & I remember being surprised to see Jose was smaller in the flesh than I had imagined from seeing him on TV. His performance that night however was of a giant rating.
Over the remainder of the 70's I saw Jose perform whenever he was in the UK and continued to collect as much of his recorded material that I could afford & track down. I still hadn't met the man at this stage but I was kept very well informed from two sources, which were, from Susan via the fan club, & from a fellow english fan, Dec Hickey, who I had first met at a Jose gig in Leicester in 1976.
In January 1982, after a concert at the Dominion Theatre in London, Dec took me back stage & introduced me to Jose & Susan. Well I remember being so nervous & unsure, but it only lasted a few seconds as they both made me feel instantly at ease & were happy to chat & discuss all manner of things. A couple of days later Jose did a live TV show from Birmingham, and I was fortunate to be in the audience & again have time to have a few words. Jose did another concert at the Dominion in November that same year but then for numerous reasons did not return to the UK until June 1995 - a gap of 13 years. I'd kept in touch by writing & continued to track down most of his record releases & it was Dec who told me of Jose's dates at the Jazz Cafe in London. Well it was as though he had never been away. He didn't look any different & his voice was as good if not better, & when we got chance to chat he was still as bubbly and amusing as ever, laughing & cracking those corny but subtle jokes, just like he'd never been away. Of course he obviously needs space at times to relax & recharge his batteries but he's always happy to chat to his fans after a concert.
The last four years have been really special since Jose has been performing again in England & I've been lucky enough to see how he copes with radio interviews & relaxes away from the spot light. I've also had chance to make friends with Jose's band & my two daughters, who are in their early twenties, have been able to satisfy their curiosity by seeing Jose in concert & meeting him & they too can see what the magic is that's kept me enthralled for over thirty years. My wife has had chance to find out what a charming man Jose is too.
Let's hope the success of "Senor Bolero" can be cultivated & followed with an equally successful english album as we reach the millennium. He's achieved so much already when you look at how tough it must have been for him growing up, but that shows how determined he has been to make it.
Thanks for the last thirty two years Jose & what would we have done without you!
Best regards,
Alan
Hello Alan,
Thank you for rekindling a little bit of our past. I well remember the first time we met. Good times. Even better times still to come! Thank you so much for your friendship over the years. Thank you for sharing with us.
Susan+
David Witham Recalls...
In 1981 I was a recent graduate of the New England Conservatory of Music and eager to hit the road and put all of this musical training to the test. In the fall I got word from drummer Frank Cotinola that Jose was looking for a piano player and that he could get me an audition. Frank had been playing with Jose for a while, and in between tours we were playing club gigs in Laguna Beach, CA.
I went up to the Feliciano's Anaheim Hills home and he Frank and I played a few songs - without a bass player! When he found out what my last name was, he immediately dubbed me David con Jamon (with ham), a nickname still used by many to this day! I asked Jose if he had any sheet music for me to read, to which he replied "No, what am I going to do with a chart? Use your ears!" So we played and I thought it went alright, but he ended up hiring someone else. That person didn't work out and I ended up getting a call back. We convened once again and played a few more songs-this time with bassist Michael Thomas- and things seemed to fall into place.
Our first gig was at a club in Memphis. We hadn't really rehearsed a show's worth of music, so I knew that Michael and I would be flying by the seat of our collective pants! What an understatement! I seem to recall at some point in the show Jose launching into a song he'd heard on the radio that afternoon on the way to the gig! At least I had the luxury of being able to lay out the first time through any song that I didn't know and hear what the chord progression was since Jose would be accompanying himself. But poor Michael Thomas just had to jump in from the beginning and sink or swim! It was all a bit terrifying initially, but those experiences helped make me a quick study and really developed my ear-very valuable stuff after all those years at school with my head buried in the sheet music! It was a trial by fire that still serves me well today and one that I'll always be grateful for.
Shortly after that we did the first of many tours to Europe. I think that in two years on the road with Jose, five months were spent in Europe. We also went to the Persian Gulf region ( Bahrain, Dubai, Abu Dhabi, and Qatar), Egypt, Israel, the Caribbean, and all over South America --not to mention many places in the the U.S.
I was also fortunate to get to work in the studio and to collaborate with Jose on the song "Cuidado" which is on the "Romance in the Night" album. I'm still amazed at what he did with the two bar riff that I came up with at rehearsal one day. That was one of my earliest studio experiences, and it was a thrill to work alongside Victor Feldman and longtime Elvis drummer Ron Tutt. I was so happy to see my name listed as a co-writer on the label of that record. During that period, we even made a video for Motown on "Ain't That Peculiar" that features me pretending to play the trumpet!
When I consider that period of my life now, I realize that it was where a real broadening of my perspective and my real education began. Those tours opened my eyes, ears, and mind to things that I'd only read about in books or seen on TV before that. I feel very fortunate to have been able to share those experiences and play music with one of the all-time great vocal and instrumental talents! I'm still fondly reminded of Jose every time I play "Affirmation" with George Benson!
Love,
DW
During the 80's, Jose's band consisted of a number of guys who circled the globe a hundred times with him and brought a different flavor to his music, while adding so much to his personal experience. We appreciate the opportunity to share David's story and perspective with you. We will publish more anecdotes from the people close to Jose as time goes on…Susan+
When I First Met Jose
HI! SORRY FOR THE LARGE LETTERS BUT I'M 69 YEARS OLD AND DON'T SEE TOO WELL.
I MET SUE AND JOSE IN 1971 AT THE SHERATON MOTOR INN IN HYANNIS MASS. (I WAS A SHERATON MANAGER AT THE TIME) JOSE WAS THE CLOSING ACT IN THE 3000 SEAT SHOWROOM ALONG WITH PEGGY LEE, SINATRA, THE SUPREMES, TEMPTATIONS, MATHIAS, AND OTHERS. I REMEMBER IT WELL. MY SON WAS LIVING WITH ME AT THE TIME. HIS NAME IS FOY.
ON ONE OF JOSE'S DAYS OFF WE TOOK HIM AND SUSAN HORSE BACK RIDING IN THE OPEN SPACES. HE WOULD GO LIKE A BAT OUT OF H---!!
SUSAN WAS VERY YOUNG WITH LONG BROWN HAIR DOWN HER BACK AND HOW I REMEMBER HOW HAPPY THEY WERE TOGETHER.
OVER THE YEARS FOLLOWING, I WENT BACK IN THE AIR FORCE AND FINISHED 28 YEARS AND RETIRED. DURING THAT TIME I SPENT FOUR YEARS AS BARRY MANILOW'S COOK. THAT WAS VERY EXCITING. HE IS A VERY WONDERFUL PERSON ALSO.
DURING THE YEARS I TRIED TO KEEP IN TOUCH WITH XMAS CARDS AND PHONE CALLS. FINALLY, I FOUND THEM IN CONNECTICUT. I GOT TO WONDERING WHAT A NICE PR BOY WAS DOING IN ALL THAT SNOW. BUT HE WAS ALWAYS A LITTLE CRAZY-- HA HA.
THEN I GOT A LETTER FROM SUE WHEN SHE TOLD ME THEY HAD A BABY BOY [MIKE]. I ALWAYS NEW THAT JOSE TOOK THAT SONG SERIOUS-- BABY LIGHT MY FIRE .
I HAVE BEEN ALL OVER THE WORLD AND MET A LOT OF NICE PEOPLE BUT I THINK MEETING SUE & JOSE HAS BEEN A WONDWER PART OF MY LIFE.
I SURE HOPE ALL YOU PEOPLE WHO LOVE HIM AND ENJOY HIS MUSIC WILL ALWAYS SUPPORT HIM GOOD.
BYE FOR NOW AND I KNOW GOD WILL KEEP BLESSING YOU BOTH AND
YOUR FAMILY.
SINCERELY-- BILL JENNER
Memories From Deb
Susan, it's an honour to contribute to your website, especially after becoming friends with the Feliciano's. Thanks again for opening yourselves to us and sharing your gifted husband and his music with the world!
Here are some observations:
"I've been a fan of Jose for over 35 years. After hearing him in concert in Minneapolis in February of 2004, his fiery guitar and strong, on-pitch voice have only improved over the years.
Jose's mastery of standard classics (Light My Fire, Rain, California Dreamin'), his soulful Latin percussions and moving Spanish songs, his exciting electric guitar renditions of songs from the Beatles, Carlos Santana and Jimi Hendrix took us right back to 1968 and Woodstock.
When Mr. Feliciano pulls out his serious classical repertoire, Malagueña lights up the fingerboard. You can almost see smoke coming from his fast fingers as he takes no mercy, flying through this flamenco piece.
We had front row seats at his concert (maybe 3o feet from Jose' and his tight, professional 6-piece band) and I brought my binoculars anyway...just to watch this guitar master's hands.
I've played guitar for over 30 years. Jose' is my hero. Believe me, I've tried, but there's some moves on the guitar I just can't replicate. He has a unique, improvisational gift on playing that must come from 'lotsa practice.'"
Marie Rose's Adventure
Hello José and Susan,
I just came back from Kufstein, Austria, where José had a tremendously great concert.
I went from Holland by car to see José. I left Thursday evening at 19.00 hours with my car, and drove all night to go to Kufstein where I arrived in my hotel at 5.30 the next day. From where I live it's about 780 km.
I went to bed to get some sleep but I was so nervous I couldn't sleep anyway, so I got up, took a shower and went for a small visit into the village and to have a look where the performance would take place that night. Later on in the evening I went back around 18.00 hours, because at 19.00 hours we where allowed to enter the fortress. I wanted to be among the first so I could have a nice place close to the stage, so I could see the show very well. Lucky me, there were at that time not so many people, so I got a nice place in front of the stage. At around 21.00 hours, José came on stage and gave us a show where the stars fell from heaven.
His version of the song of Jimi Hendrix PURPLE HAZE was amazing! I couldn't hear the difference between him and Jimi Hendrix. After awhile it started to rain but that didn't bother us -- José was playing like hell and we all forgot about the rain.
By the end of the show he was giving to the Austrian people something they will never forget I suppose, he was playing on the acoustic guitar the Danube Waltz, which is, of course, very famous in Austria. People went through the roof, matter of speaking, of course, because we where standing under the rainy sky, but who cares? People gave José a overwhelming applause and asked him back and back again.
WHAT A BEATIFULL NIGHT. Certainly one I'll never forget.
Thanks, José, and of course also the band, and Jorge for giving us a beautiful night with a lot of nice and warm memories, I'll cherish them forever. Muchas gracias y saludos a todos alli de aqui,con Amor y paz.
Marie-rose
Holland
Live At FAU
Dearest Felicianos,
You could almost see the glow, last night, from the electricity of anticipation in the air. True, I was throwing off sparks myself; but as I watched the auditorium fill, it was clear the audience was ready for Feliciano.
As Jose' waited in his dressing room, the stage stood in silent blue light - the instruments glittering amidst tropical palms and potted trees. But Jose' wasn't sitting idle while waiting - there were names to be remembered, and details to be attended to. Someone brought him coffee and 8x10 pictures to be autographed. As show time approached, he asked for his guitar. He played something delicious in a minor key as a warm-up. A sound and lights check had been done earlier in the day, and Jim Durkin was busy with FAU requests for microphone changes. "Uncle" Bill Rother, the kind of man you've suddenly known forever, moved adeptly among all the show "officials". It was easy to tell who belonged to the Feliciano entourage - they were the calm and friendly ones.
As Jose' moved to backstage, surrounded by his band and crew, he was highly charged and ready to go. While an FAU official onstage made a short speech, Jose', out of sight in the wings, was singing. We all erupted in laughter. Could the audience hear it? We don't know!
There was a brief flurry as the band took their places on a stage that jutted into the audience. Applause rose as Jose' came out. He picked up his guitar, suddenly the stage sprang into light, and Jose' and the band exploded into sound. Instantly, the audience exploded into applause. The night had begun.
One familiar song after another. "Como Fue", "Light My Fire", "Dance With Me", the beautiful "Crazy Heart" that I'd never heard before... I was moving around the auditorium looking for vantage points from which to capture the moments on film, so a playlist never registered on my mind. Instead, my spirit was entirely taken over by the roller coaster of moods fired by the music. "Bamboleo" rocked the room wildly, and I had to bite my lip to stop tears. Jose' owned, at this moment, every soul in the room.
The Photographers Guitar Series
Susan:
Just wanted to thank you and Jose for being apart of the "Photographer's Guitar" series. His portrait will grace my photo opening.
Jose was the first guitarist I ever saw on TV as a child (The Ed Sullivan Show). His voice and playing inspired what has become my love for the guitar as art, beauty and music. This guitar combines my two passions, photography and music into one art form.
In the hands of Jose it becomes a masterpiece.
Over the years, Jose, as we've all come to know, has performed for and with many of the most important people on earth. His repartee with any of them has been immediate but so also is it with all whom he meets. It's amazing how he can connect with -- and relate to -- everyone, no matter their age or origin, their interests or background, on a level appropriate for that moment. Whether it's a greeting in their own language, or a shared interest in a specific time or place or even a favorite kind of food or music, he manages to reach that certain place inside of them which makes them feel as though he knows them well. And he does. Such a gift.
This ability to reach people has been honed over time--with the benefit of constant travel and an inquisitive ear--he has captured the essence of people and places around the world. With a love of both history and current affairs, he has amassed an incredible store of knowledge, which he openly shares with those closest to him.
For this, I'll be forever grateful. I'll remain grateful for the ability to better read people and empathize. So, too, shall I always cherish the years shared 'on he road' (though I'm most proud of my position, now, as mother, ‘housewife’ and business partner) and will remember those moments that have sculpted our life: the magnificent acoustics in the Sydney Opera House; the horrifying hotel fire in Puerto Rico; our beloved St. Stephen's Cathedral in Vienna; the wildly enthusiastic crowds in Caracas; the Royal family in Norway; the bullet trains in Kyoto; the ancient castle in Segovia, Spain; the sleepless one-nighters throughout the U.S. and, especially, riding a camel in front of the Pyramids.