The composer says: "Some time ago, while I was playing guitar at a cafe in Brooklyn, New York, there was a regular patron: an unusual woman of uncertain age who would dine there each week. She came at the same time, sat at the same table and she usually wore a fanciful hat during the entire course of her meal. That hat recalled to me the shape of an artichoke. This woman was an ardent fan of tango music and she would often interrupt my performance of the usual standard classic guitar music with ...