(Solitude) Solitude, whether imposed or voluntary, forces us to confront the light and dark sides of our lives. The most transient moods become gaping chasms into which I can easily fall. Alone, I can detect the sound of my blood as it travels through my veins. I follow (indeed, I am but) the whims of my solitary steps, my inner voices. Alone, I am the shadow of my solitude.
In this piece I wanted my guitar too to experience the meaning of solitude — I isolated each of its sounds to prevent them from singing together. Stripped almost completely of its harmonic capacities, its strings unplucked, the guitar relinquishes sovereignty over itself. And as for me: “cuando muera enterradme con mi guitarra bajo la arena” (should I die, bury me beneath the sand with my guitar) — Federico García Lorca.
- May 15, 1998, Arturo Parra, guitar • FIMAV 1998: Parr(A)cousmatique, Cégep de Victoriaville, Victoriaville (Québec)