Flamencoccupy Wall Street

When you have too much time on your feet;

The line is long this morning at this bank in southern Spain. ....All of a sudden, the portly man in the back of the line breaks into song.

"To hold my own, I've had to pawn the parrot," he wails in Spanish, "I've even had to sell my house."

A woman, dressed head-to-toe in black and wearing oversized black sunglasses, claps along as she moves to an empty space. Seconds later, she bursts into a flamenco performance, timed perfectly to the beat of his song.

Soon another seven dancers join in, heels clicking on the marble floor, filling the bank with sound.

Welcome to one of the ways Spaniards are expressing their frustrations with the economic crisis: flamenco flash mobs.

Or, you could take a class in elementary economics and discover where the capital comes from to provide the dance studios;

"Flamenco can be so forceful, so aggressive," says one of the dancers, who goes by the pseudonym La Nina Ninja, a play on the nickname for subprime loans.

Most days you'll find her in a downtown studio, patiently teaching the art of flamenco to students of all ages. But every now and then, she slips out of the studio to front one of these flamenco-infused protests. "It captures perfectly how we feel about the crisis. You can use it express desperation, rage, pain and the desire to change things."