Arms stretched overhead, Jairo Barrull begins stamping his feet quietly, the sound increasingly insistent as the guitarist picks up the rhythm. He presses on, accenting each phrase of the song by pausing abruptly, stretching out a hand, or spinning in a circle. His long, tangled hair whips around his handsome face, his shirt wet with sweat. As the momentum builds, ...
SOURCE: Boston Globe at 01:00PM on November 13, 2010