Nicolas Reyes at Pechanga

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Flamenco does not survive a recording. Whatever you have heard through speakers is a photograph of something that only exists in a room, in the second it happens, between a performer and the people watching him decide.

That is why a night like this carries weight. Guitar, voice, percussion, and the sudden accelerations and held silences that are being chosen in front of you rather than played back, in a form UNESCO put on its heritage list precisely because it cannot be written down and handed over. Reyes is one of the great Andalusian voices of his generation, and he does not pass through this region often or announce it twice.

A weeknight in the theater at Pechanga, out in Temecula, through the box office.

Bring somebody who thinks they do not like guitar music. Sit close. Watch the exact moment they stop breathing normally.