The new generations (and I mean from α onwards) will listen to/understand it too opaquely, awkwardly associating it with ballroom music and labeling it an One Hit Wonder, which is very TopSofthePop, but who cares: may they be granted infinite pity. I instead define Vinicio as a Free spirit, a badass Tsatori of the undergrowth, and still as one of the 5 possible antidotes to "indifference" and various lobotomies at this point in history. A cranky cinquone, and off we go with swingotto and polka, concluding softly with glockenspiel and calexico...
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