Just By Chance
Wednesday, February 27th, 2008
A couple of weeks ago I ordered some CD’s from Amazon.com. Darn convenient, that Amazon.com.
Down at the yacht club we were having an “Italian Night”. The CD’s were/are intended for background music. The kind of stuff that you hear, but don’t… not really, but sort of, it’s there. I’ll also use them on the boat. I like “Italian” music, particularly the American kind.
What I got was unexpected.
There’s this 50’s version of “Italian Love Songs”. Takes me right back to when I was a kid in Salem. We lived in the Italian neighborhood. Right next to the (really friggin) rich kids neighborhood. I had some good friends from both of those neighborhoods. Good guys. A lot like me actually. And a lot like my best friend ever, Frankie Romano. Back then none of us were smart enough to recognize there were two neighborhoods, it just seemed like we were all the same.
In the rental district right next to Chestnut street my folks rented an apartment from Connie Ingimi. Italian was all the thing back then, not just in the neighborhood, but all over the country. I heard a lot of pop Italian back then. And that’s not a bad thing, not a bad thing at all.
One of the other CD’s was Dean Martin singing Italian Love songs. Geeze that one really hit home. Great stuff. Even my 27 year old daughter loves it. (when the heck did I get a 27 year old daughter? Seems like yesterday I was roaming around the old neighborhood with Frankie)
Then there was the more “modern” stuff. A disc by Andrea Bocelli and, for some reason, a recording by a trumpet player named Chris Botti. I guess I bought the Botti disc because it was suggested, by Amazon, or more precisely, by a computer program developed by Amazon. Darn convenient, that Amazon.com. And why was it suggested? Well… it is titled “Italia“. For anyone younger that me reading this you will probably laugh and say, well duh! But you must cut me some slack here. In my lifetime… in the past 10 years really… this was unthinkable. Science fiction. The computer is anticipating my wants. Incredible. (yeah, I know… not really)
Anyway. The Botti disc is the pick of the litter. Smooth jazz trumpet sounds. I just love it. Cannot wait to sit at the mooring, watching the sun go down, relaxing, listening, consumed. Oh, and it has the most beautiful song ever written. Yeah, the Ave Maria, by Schubert. I don’t care what religion you tie yourself to, it just doesn’t get better than that.
Sometimes you get lucky. When you do you might as well enjoy it.