A Brief Interlude

Lovely Italian fellow I ran into whose singsong conversation and rhymes were a quirked contrast to his Southern California crooning. He's got an album he shared. And many stories—of trips to see San Valentino's head in una chiesa nell'Italia centrale; wallets lost on bus tours, and nights pouring new wine in libation over the spot Caesar was killed. A daredevil of a beveled night of tale-telling. 

All said and done, here 'tis the album.

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Look him up. Perhaps shoot him a note—on his music, or...