"..the cuatro lives in me. And I live in the cuatro."
Fragments from a longer interview with Juan Sotomayor
circa 1995
Edited by William Cumpiano
My name is Tom·s 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, RamÛn Rivera Nieves; my mother, Secundina Morales
RolÛn. 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 g¸iro. 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 jÌbaro: never, never, never... The dÈcima 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 coquÌ; 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 anonymously 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 selling them.
Maso(1995)
photo Juan Sotomayor
Maso (1970) photo
courtesy Germ·n Velazquez
Maso (1955)
film, Div.Educacion de la Comunidad, PR Gov.