Cuckoo! Is anyone there? Here I am again! Okay, slow down your heartbeats, calm down, take a deep breath: there's a photo for you today as well. Some will throw out names randomly, others will admit they've never seen anything like this, some will get close to the solution, but only one will uncover the mystery first. In other places, this column wouldn't make sense, but here it's all different. You know the life, death, and miracles of famous artists almost as well as my grandfather, who sang in the shower; you get lost in discographies more popular than the monologues of the Nabataeans in Aramaic. The covers I've presented so far are the themes of the bedspreads on your beds. There’s not a note you've missed, no artwork you've failed to photosynthesize. Welcome into your jaws anything that sounds: a music box, a car horn, a doorbell, a pressure cooker—nothing escapes you.
Not even 'Bella bionda' by D'Aleo!

With this state of mind, I'm about to post yet another [31] photo, hoping it at least has a quarter of an hour of anonymity.

Break a leg...despite everything!