Creativity Quote by Compay Segundo

Compay Segundo is talking like a bandleader who’s played the same song a thousand nights and still wants it to swing. The line isn’t puritanical; it’s practical. Pleasure, for him, isn’t a binge you win by finishing. It’s a rhythm you keep by stopping at the right bar, leaving the melody slightly unresolved so you come back hungry.

The intent is discipline disguised as indulgence: “limits” aren’t a moral scold, they’re a technique for staying alive to sensation. In Cuban son - and in the working musician’s life - repetition is unavoidable. You tour, you rehearse, you perform for tourists who want the hit again. The real threat isn’t sin; it’s numbness. “Too much of good things” doesn’t corrupt you, it dulls you. He’s naming the way abundance can turn joy into background noise, how the brain adapts and the miraculous becomes furniture.

The subtext is also generational and economic. Segundo came up long before the Buena Vista Social Club renaissance, when pleasures were scarce and work was constant. Moderation here reads less like wellness culture and more like an old craftsman’s strategy: save a little sweetness so tomorrow still has a reason to show up.

It’s a philosophy of desire as fuel. He’s not chasing endless satisfaction; he’s protecting the itch that keeps music, love, food, and laughter from becoming just another set.