SUBACQUEO ITALIANO 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...

I spent the summer in Italian waters inhabited by beautiful scubadivers in glistening wetsuits; Giant octopus pursued us but our harpoon guns made short work of them; Is it possible to make love underwater? We certainly tried, producing enormous amounts of bubbles from our regulators which fizzed up to the surface where it frothed and boiled, while the sun set reflected in Martini glasses on the terrace at Capri...”

~ 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..."