Kathi's describing how she got into Flamenco dancing -- and Flamenco organizing.
My mother's side of the family is from Cuba, and before that they were from Spain, so my great aunt had a lot of materials around the house, so she gave me records to learn Spanish. They were made out of tin. Yeah, I still have them. She had some fans and some shawls, and then I was an exchange student in Madrid and found a class. Once you hear the music, if you really like it, you never go back. It's annoying to many people, but I love it. Even the old stuff which sounds crackly. It's an acquired taste. I have a couple of friends and we joke: Is this too loud? There's no such thing as too loud flamenco.
Flamenco is very disruptive to the environment. We work in studios and after three months, the owners downstairs or the people who lived upstairs would say, You gotta go. It's too noisy. It's too loud. It goes on too long.