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We have been getting quite a few of them lately. These last albums. These final cuts. From David Bowie to Leonard Cohen to Spiritualized (...

Florence is the taste of risotto the smell of leather the sound of a group of teenage girls singing Italian pop songs behind your back.  ...

Somehow, I will never forget the waiter from a small restaurant in Lucca who typed the name of 'Banfi Rose' on my phone. All the m...

As time goes on, it becomes less and less tedious to write about The Beatles. Fifteen years ago, when I wrote my first piece on Revolver ,...

One bartender in a Paris bar called Blue-something once told me I frightened him when I ordered Old-fashioned. "Why?" I asked. ...

I will never forget that American family I once saw in a European bookstore. The bookstore was located inside some grand old railway stati...

Once, in a foreign record store, I saw a young man guiding this tall long-haired Italian girl through endless rows of LPs and trying to ex...