Se-Gouvia

Excuse the punny title but since I live in Gouvia and affect familiarity with the fretboard, I thought I'd treat m'self.

Have at last got round to clearing out the voluminous attic and storeroom dungeon and of course came across every vinyl LP the family has ever bought from - oh lord - since my most youthsome youthness.

Some absolute gems, including disgracefully sexist cover art. In fact, on viewing them, I recall them being the very first loin stirrers. Over in the Blighty, my contemps might have been agonising over Playboy centrefolds, but out in Hong Kong I had to make do with sneaking peeks at my parents' record collection.

Anyway, the cheapo Segovia rip-off, which actually turns out to be *two* out-takes by the maestro followed by pale imitators.

I'd just caught the geetar bug and was plinking away at v simple stuff, meanwhile listening in awe to the real stuff.

When I got this Allegro effort, I knew nothing, so I'd shove the LP on and gaze rapt at the cover pics, under the impression that those mitts were those of Andres lui-meme. LOL - Segovia actually had rather porky digits and not at all what one would think of as being able to finger all those chords.
Anyway, in those days LP cover art *was* large enough to gaze on and imagine.

As I sat there in the dusty attic, rats scurrying hither n thither out of sight (good hunting one afternoon: jug of retsina, the