On a warm summer night, some passers -by gathered under the windows of the Chelsea Hotel in New York, attracted by the curious melody of Flamenco and Jazz that flowed from the windows of one of the suite. Inside the floor of the room was covered with red roses petals and the air dense with cigar smoke. Miles Davis played the trumpet, while two Andalusian dancers of Flamenco danced to the rhythm of tango, sipping red wine from time to time. The sound of this deeply contaminated soul was enveloping as velvet.