Maria Maddalena - Antonello Venditti

As always, no one - except for the usual extremists, of which I sometimes happen to be a part - needs to agree with me.
Even though I know that I am RIGHT; even if only in this case.

We have all written rivers of words (our good @[withor] must have already felt the compulsive anal-citation fever of Sanremo) about this Ray-Ban-wearing Roman singer-songwriter who, up to this point, I think, had shown good promise.

Apart from the fact that, if I’m not mistaken, the guitars were done by none other than Ivan Graziani, this album was presented on TV, in preview, during the legendary show "Odeon" curated, if I remember correctly, by a certain Giovanni Minoli, which was a great pleasure for me.

But I don’t want to speak well of this album, rather I want to speak poorly of the following one, which I find to be an authentic disgrace.

Those who have bread don’t have teeth, in short.

P.S. Have you seen, by any chance, Cién the Chinese?
I saw him in Modena, the last time. With Gato Barbieri.