“I can't stand an actor or actress who tells me acting is hard work. It's easy work. Anyone who says it isn't never had to stand on his feet all day dealing blackjack.”
Volare o o
cantare o o o o,
nel blu dipinto di blu
felice di stare lassù,
e volavo volavo
felice più in alto del sole
ed ancora più sù,
mentre il mondo
pian piano spariva laggiù,
una musica dolce suonava
soltanto per me. . .
Dino, ah, Dino. Italian American pizza-pie movie star guy my father and me woulda liked to have a drink with. His "Volare" is his own, but nothing tops the original by Domenico Modugno. My father used to sing along with him on the jukebox in the bar at our Villa Riccobono.
Posted by: Peter Fortunato | June 08, 2024 at 06:07 AM