When I first traveled in Italy, in the summer of 1983, I’d happen upon many a street singer in the evening, playing a guitar or a mandolin, and singing some Italian folk song, with a nice crowd of people gathering round to listen. “Music hath power to soothe the savage breast,” says the wise young Lorenzo in The Merchant of Venice, and there is somethi…
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