Paco de Lucia played the Paramount Theater last night as part of SF Jazz. I have a pretty strict definition of genius: an artist who changes the way practitioners think of the medium. Picasso, Charlie Parker, Miles Davis, Jimi Hendrix. You can work through them, but you ignore them at your peril. Miles said "I changed the music five or six times", and indeed he did. Birth of the Cool, Walking, Kind of Blue, ESP, Silent Way, Bitches Brew, changed the way we thought, and felt, about music. Paco, from his astounding work with Camaron, to Entre Dos Aguas, to Siroco, Zyryab, and Luzia, continually changes the way flamencos view their art form. Originally criticized by "purists", his command of traditional material and technique is without equal. His genius is in continually evolving and renewing the art form. He is one of a handful of the most accomplished musicians on earth; Ravi Shankar comes to mind. This concert featured the great vocalist Duquende, and the spectacular young dancer Farru. Paco was greeted with a standing ovation. As is his custom, the opening piece was solo, a beautiful rondena. The encore segued from Guardian Angels by John McLaughlin (which they used to play together) into Entre Dos Aguas. In between were two hours of seamless magic. Bravo Paco!