Turning the hallowed compositions of this pioneering genius of the guitar into a fake book format started as a spontaneous impulse, which became a semi obsession as renewed nuances in my playing tickled the reward centers in my brain. Placing chord symbols over the notation has allowed me to wander off the beaten path of these incredibly musical pieces in much the same way that the bebop musicians of the 1940s improvised off the then current pop hits, which we now call jazz standards.
By adding a dash of jazz or latin rhythm to everything that I can steal from Maestro Sor, I can pretend to be the guitar prodigy, which I am not. Then again, don't we all steal a little something from our idols, who in turn lifted their chops from somebody else?