Come close your eyes and feel the darkness. Cast off the world... cast off all earthly cares. The wind is cold yet strangely warm. And thus allow the first few notes to trickle in. A little while, in the winking of an eye, you have a torrent of emotions that sweeps you off to dreams of myriad happiness, to flowerlands and lofty thoughts. For in the hands of a master, the guitar is a magic wand. It waves a carpetful of reverie, passion and evocative moods. In the hands of a virtuoso, it is a beacon in a turbulent sea, a magnetic flame that lures you off the ranging rocks towards the safety and calm of a summer night. This is the album you hold in your hands. For if the piano has it's Arthur Rubenstein, the guitar has it's Pedro Concepcion.