As with my previous essays in this medium, Tango in Blue and Almost a Tango, this new chapter intends to simulate the spirit of the tango, more for reflection than for the dance floor. A quality of nostalgia is typical of most tangos.
I wrote Last Tango before Sunrise at the request of publisher-critic-entrepreneur Martin Anderson, who asked for a work memorialising the love of his life, Yodit, recently deceased. I met Yodit only once, for a brief moment, at the Royal Albert Hall in London. Martin introduced her thus: ‘meet the mother of my son’. Martin’s devotion merits the more than 100 compositions he has inspired to honour her memory.