Pablo Amorós

When a Pablo Amorós concert ends, the music doesn't stop abruptly. The notes, still under the euphoric effect of beauty, refuse to return to the humble refuge of the score. And they stay for a while in the sky of the room. Fluttering like birds, shining like lights, smelling of grass and the sea; or to glory and to tear. When a Pablo Amorós concert ends, the entire room is still waiting for a while for the sound of the piano that no longer sounds, it remains on the lookout for the silent notes, hoping that the music it just heard returns, and with it, the order of the senses to each listener. Every time Pablo Amorós gives a concert, everything created descends on him in the form of music. His piano modifies the character of the night, gives tone to the air. Precisely because he is a different pianist, he is more interested in the way of achieve his goal than the goal itself. That is why he sets impossible goals, to start over all the time. An achievable goal is a routine ideal. Each concert is a beginning for him. And with his vast experience, he plays with the passion of a beginner. Pablo Amorós is not the best pianist in the world. Not from Europe, not from Spain, not even from Córdoba, which is the piece of land that corresponded him to be born. Even considering  to be born in Cordoba as one of the forms that art takes in daily life. It is not the greatest. He is a different pianist. And in art, it is more important to be different than to be better, as the great writer Manuel Alcántara wrote, who was a different writer, as well as being the best. The ranking of art is decided by advertising, the same court that establishes the hierarchy of novelists, wristwatches, and hamburgers. There is not much difference between the best artist in the world in whatever he does and the best hamburger in the world in whatever ingredient it has. Both are lies. In art there is no hierarchy other than difference. Artists who are like each other, and artists who are different from each other. Which does not mean that they are better than the others. The great artist is not the best of all artists, but the one who does his job in a different way. In distinction lies greatness. The rankings reduce art to merchandise. This different pianist named Pablo Amorós plays the piano for the pleasure of doing it, not to live up to a reputation. And in pleasure is the secret of art. Whether he succeeds or not, and he usually does, he keeps playing the piano, because that's what he likes to do. He is a pianist because he has always and only wanted to be a pianist, and he has a good appetite. That is all.