"I never meant to write a piece which so invites itself to the full Brazilian treatment; congas and soprano sax, the whole nine yards. The problem resides in my terror of trying to be something I'm not. I'm definitely not Brazilian. Every turn we took on this song, though, invited a trip south to sun, rum and Bahia. Having the cello take the melody was as far from the predictable as we could go. The title reflects the digging in of heels to keep this piece in the world I know"