I also make my debut in this column with a name and an album that I sadly recall: the good Gaio Chiocchio, historic lyricist of Minghi and founder of Pierrot Lunaire, with that clerk-like air, an unpronounceable name, and a piece that is nothing short of terrifying (just read the title) cannot not be included in the collection of this group. Gaio, forgive me, in your memory.