Spanish Guitars And Night Plazas (Introduction)

I have often regarded creativity as the domain of the soul

There doesn't seem to be a direct route to it

But rather it's like an ongoing, lifelong exploration of the material and the spiritual

And I think Lost Souls is about one of those kinds of explorations

It falls, the light, by your side

And flows into a sea of lost dreams

The ocean opens its arms to lost souls

And toils the night, so it seems

And who can recall the lost faith in her

The imagery of Spanish guitars in night plazas (the distant look in your eyes)

Has its origins in some of my earliest travels to Spain (Spanish guitars and night plazas)

Somewhere, I think, in the early 1980s (in a park, you can hear lovers cry)

In particular, I remember walking out on the streets in Granada

Taking in a central aesthetic of jasmine courtyards and plazas

And the particular heritage of Moorish as well as Spanish influences

And I remember attending a club of flamenco guitar playing and dancing

And then eating very late

And heading home while life was still vibrant on the streets