was very musical, and music was always my first language. My father played and sang music in our local church, and he often took me with him. He gave me lessons, too, and by the age of four I could play the piano. Father was a good teacher. I gave my first public performance on the violin when I was six. It was not a completely happy experience, however, as a group of boys laughed at me because I played with my eyes closed.
Some travelling musicians visited El Vendrell one year, and they played some wonderful music. Among their instruments was a cello, which I had never heard before. Although I was only 11 I decided then that the cello was the instrument for me. Now I needed a cello teacher, so my mother took me to the Escola Municipal de Música in Barcelona, about 70 kilometres north of El Vendrell. I studied hard, and in my free time after school and at weekends, I searched the city’s music shops for interesting music. I discovered a copy of ‘Six Suites for Solo Cello’ by J.S. Bach, which was like finding six bars of gold! Every day, I studied the music and played a little bit more, although I did not play Bach’s Suites in public until 13 years later.
There was no television at that time, or even radio. If people wanted to hear music, they had to go to a concert hall or a café. I played in cafés every evening, sometimes popular music and sometimes classical, and it was a very important part of my musical education. I earned money, too, which I used to pay for my teaching.
Five years later, I completed my studies at the Escola Municipal in Barcelona, but I didn’t know what kind of job I could get. I continued to play in cafés, and one day a man spoke to me. He told me he had enjoyed my playing very much, and then he introduced himself. He was Isaac Albéniz, a very famous pianist and composer at the time. As he was leaving the café, he gave me a note and told me to take it to the royal palace. The palace was the home of the Queen Maria Cristina, widow of King Alfonso and mother of the future king, who was then only eight years old.
I thought he was joking, but in fact I was invited to play for Queen Maria Cristina, and she loved my music. The letter also introduced me to Count Morphy, who took an interest in my education and taught me art, philosophy and maths. With help from the Queen and the Count, I was able to study composition at the Real Conservatorio de Música y Declamación. I played there with the Quartet Society. That was my first proper job as a musician.
I loved playing at the palace, but I knew that I had to go abroad to have a successful career in music. I needed to meet other musicians and conductors, and play with orchestras in different cities. I moved to Paris with my mother. We had very little money, but in 1895, I found a job playing in an orchestra in a musical theatre. I had to learn French quickly. Then an offer came from Barcelona, from the Gran Teatre del Liceu. They were looking for a cellist, and I was happy to return to my home city. I did not stay long, however. The following year I joined the Madrid Symphony Orchestra, and I played solo for Queen Maria Cristina.
I developed my own style of playing, which was unlike the style of most other cellists at that time. I tried to express my emotions through the cello. People seemed to like my new style, and I was becoming known outside Spain. I was invited to England, where I played a public concert in London and a private concert for Queen Victoria, at her summer palace on the Isle of Wight. I had invitations to play in Holland, the United States and South America. In 1904, I performed for Theodore Roosevelt, the President of the United States, at the White House in Washington DC.
While I was in America, I was asked to play the piano for an opera singer, called Susan Metcalfe. We soon fell in love, but we had very little time together. We were both performers, and our concerts took us to opposite sides of the world. Because there was no time for a private life together, our relationship sadly seemed to have no future.
Two years later, in 1906, I met a young Portuguese cellist and fell in love again. Her name was Guilhermina Suggia, and she became my student. We had six wonderful musical years together, but slowly our lives began to go separate ways. Not long after my relationship with Guilhermina ended, Susan Metcalfe appeared at my dressing-room door after a performance in Berlin one evening. Susan and I fell in love all over again, and this time we married.
It was 1914, and the First World War started in Europe. The German army were in France and there were terrible battles all over Europe. Susan and I left for the United States. As the war continued, Susan and I played many concerts together in the United States. We loved each other, but we had many arguments.
After the war, our work took us abroad again. I set up the Pablo Casals Orchestra in Barcelona in 1919, and in Paris I formed a musical group with Jacques Thibaud, who played the violin, and Alfred Cortot, who played the piano. The three of us played concerts and made recordings until 1937.
Now Susan and I lived more often in Europe, but she felt that she did not belong among my Catalan friends. She wanted to be in the United States and I wanted to stay in Spain, so we began to spend more time apart. Our marriage ended in 1928.
In 1936, disaster came to Spain. General Franco led an army into Spain from Africa to take control of the government. A terrible civil war followed, and it lasted until 1939, when Franco became Spain’s ruler. I had to shut down my Catalan orchestra and leave my home country. I moved to Prades in southern France, very near to the border with Spain.
Although war in Spain ended in the summer of 1939, another World War was just beginning in the rest of Europe. People in Europe now had to live with the sound of bombs, not music. I refused to play in any country that supported General Franco, or that was controlled by Hitler. I played only a few times during the war in free parts of France, and in Switzerland.
In 1950, five years after the end of the Second World War, I was persuaded to organize a music festival in Prades. It was 200 years since the death of J.S. Bach, and I was well known for playing Bach’s cello works. I agreed, as long as the money from the tickets was sent to a hospital in the nearby town of Perpignan. Many excellent musicians came to Prades to play, and the festival was held every year after that. My music career had started again.
A young violinist from my mother’s home country of Puerto Rico came to the festival in 1952. Her name was Marta Montáñez Martínez, and I was very impressed with her talent. I advised her to study in New York City, with teachers that I knew.
I was now busy with concerts and teaching in different cities, but my personal life was lonely. I had been friends for many years with Francesca Vidal de Capdevila, and I asked her to marry me. Sadly, she died a few months after our wedding, and I was alone again. I worked harder so that I did not have time to feel sad.
In 1956, when I was nearly 80 years old, I was invited to perform at the Casals Festival in Puerto Rico. Some of my mother’s family still lived there, and I visited them. I also met Marta Montáñez again, who was now 19. We shared our love of music, and I became young again in her company. Many people did not approve of our relationship, but I asked her to marry me anyway. She agreed, and we were married for the next 16 years.
I lived in San Juan in Puerto Rico for the rest of my life, organizing the Puerto Rican Symphony Orchestra, and helping to set up the Puerto Rican Conservatory of Music. I was able to pass on the great history of Spanish music to new young musicians. The mix of Spanish and Puerto Rican music produced wonderful new styles, such as the salsa, bomba and plena sounds.
I continued to travel and give masterclasses in cities in the Americas and Europe. In 1961, I played again for the President of the United States, who at this time was John F. Kennedy. I was 85, and I was very pleased to play in the White House a second time, especially as the performance was recorded for radio and television.
I was invited to write a piece of music for the United Nations. It was first performed at the General Assembly in 1971, and I was the conductor. I was 95 years old! The UN awarded me their Peace Medal, and I spoke about my country. I told them I was Catalan, and that the world’s first democratic parliament met in Catalonia. In my speech, I attacked Franco and