Camarón shows off his talent for knocking on tables ('compas') in the coolest of fashions, before taking centre stage. Paco de Lucía is also looking dapper in that jacket. I once heard him explaining his stage name in an interview: there were so many Pacos around in his vecindad that he chose to identify himself as the one whose mother was called Lucía.
The location much reminds me of that wonderfully grotty (yet extremely snooty) old sherry bar La Venencia in the Calle Echegaray, which I visited when in Madrid last June. No big surprise that the poor 'Prawn' died from lung cancer.
Shame that image and sound are a little out of synch.