Vespa Tunes III - Resistenza, Fiorella Mannoia, 2019

Many many moons ago, not quite twenty years but almost, Massimo and I were having a post-cinema midnight pizza in San Lorenzo. We used to go to ten-thirty screenings and I didn’t fall asleep, that’s how long ago it was. In the emptying pizzeria (which didn't bat an eyelid at midnight walk-ins, one of the many reasons I love Rome) Max pointed out a lady with a lot of red curls at a neighbouring table. That, he said, is Fiorella Mannoia. I had no idea who she was and, because not knowing things is how one knows things, I made a note to find a CD and find out (a CD, this is also how long ago it was: the past is a foreign country, they do things differently there).