The role played by a soloist recalls in memory an equilibrist, a tight-rope walker; the point is that a soloist's
performance on scene also incorporates some sense of risk.

A soloist has to risk, so to speak; he has to execute a piece, which may be pushing the limits of his
sentimental and technical capacities.

His role is different from the role played by an orchestra or by a chamber music ensemble. A group seldom risks.
It simply executes predefined movements, just aiming at exactitude; in this very case, the maximum possible synchronization is the scope.

But a soloist is something else. He executes pieces having great technical demands
and almost presupposingintense rushes. This is exactly the magic of a solo performance,
risk and challenge.Whenever I didn't risk, my conduct towards the public was, I consider, not fair.

Dimitris Kotronakis

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My Guitar

There is a deep mystery in your sonorous
Garden heart, guitar of mine,
You enjoy suffering, and in your joy
Ecstasies of passion, teardrops of crying.

The sweet Moor gave you your heart,
he Iberian gave you your untamed soul
And Virgin America, you might say,
Put in you, because of its love, all the treasure

And so on your supreme strings,
That vibrate with an almost human accent
There is, at times, your voice, like a lament.

As a sigh from your lonely heart
In whose sad and mystical plan
Sentiment forever flourishes.

Agustin Barrios Mangoré

This is a selection of extracts from the book “The myth of immortality” by Alekos Fasianos