Fragments from a longer interview with Juan Sotomayor circa 1995
Edited by William CumpianoMy name is Tomás Rivera Morales. Maso. Maso Rivera. I was born in
the Alatea neighborhood of Toa Alta. On the 13th of November of 1927. My father's name,
Ramón Rivera Nieves; my mother, Secundina Morales Rolón. There are about ten or twelve
siblings. I can't remember them all. They're too many. And all funny-looking.
I began to play the cuatro at the age of five. The cuatro
then was square-shaped. It had four strings. I took up the cuatro because that's all there
was, there was nothing else to do. Besides, things were such, I used to take a string and
tie it to a hook on the shed, over there, and [plucked] the string...and not a real
string. Do you know what it was? A cord...made of leather. Before, strings were made of
leather. Yes, of leather.
My motivation was...everybody's playing the cuatro except
me. So what's my excuse? Get it? Right. When one starts coming of age, leaving childhood
behind, one starts wising up, and starts to see that he who has talents gets paid. So then
one tries to get paid, too. Get it? Even though the dances that I use to play didn't pay
more than ten bucks. Nowadays, it's a gold mine. Indeed, an egg then cost a penny. But you
had to lay an egg to get that penny. How about that?
If those moments could come back, back-- when I played in
the velorios, that music: cuatro, guitar, and güiro. There was nothing else, not even
trumpets, or flutes. And there were those who said that the cuatro would fade away because
trumpets showed off better. But for the jíbaro: never, never, never... The décima
without a cuatro just doesn't make it, no matter if you got twenty trumpets or twenty
flutes, or whatever. No offense intended to anyone. But each day that goes by my cuatro
feels even more Puerto Rican.
Ah, I wish all that would return, but it won't. I can't
turn back and retrieve what I've left behind, 'cause I don't what happened to it...and
spoiled it. So I just go on with what's mine. Puerto Rican as the coquí; wherever that
leads me. I keep on being The Puerto Rican Maso of the Cuatro. The cuatro lives in me and
I live in the cuatro. Understand?

For many years, a number of distinguished cuatro maker made
a series of cuatros that were sold anonimously with a Maso Rivera label inside as shown
above. Maso told us that he would receive the instruments, which were made to his
specifications, and make all the final adjustments in their action and tone before he sold
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Maso(1995)
photo Juan Sotomayor

Maso (1970) photo
courtesy Germán Velazquez
Maso (1955)
film, Div.Educacion de la Comunidad, PR Gov.
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