LOST TANGOS by Lofield Fox

“I only delve into the past, never dive. My forays are short robberies; I grab, snatch, fill my pockets and then run back, lest I get caught. Or trapped. Once safely home I turn out my haul into my Macintosh and push and pull it, tightly stretching the sounds over the rhythms from my antique collection of drum boxes...

"Yesterday I sat enthralled gazing at tango movement; Heard songs sung nearly a century ago. I saw jealous men throw their women around while extras stood by. Listened through the scratches to a Spanish guitar played with passion and tenderness...”

~ The Lofield Fox

“I only delve into the past, never dive. My forays are short robberies; I grab, snatch, fill my pockets and then run back, lest I get caught. Or trapped. Once safely home I turn out my haul into my Macintosh and push and pull it, tightly stretching the sounds over the rhythms from my antique collection of drum boxes..."