Well, all I can say is that my daughter Adriana is her Mother’s daughter!. A romantic at heart, a lover of melodic songs, Italian at that!

I laugh because one of the biggest cultural divides I ever faced (and still do) is that I was incessantly mocked for liking French, Italian, Spanish, American, Argentine, Croatian, English and Welsh balladeers of yester year.

I should have been into hard rock. But I never was. Because, although a Boomer by age, I was not culturally a real Baby Boomer, having been raised outside of the USA. I have changed in my old age, and appreciate the old iconoclasts (although I still find Dylan’s voice a bit jarring).

Sadly, the reverse has never been true: those who mocked me, could never really understand why I might have liked a Charles Aznavour or a Carlos Gardel (here’s the tango he composed, updated to Hollywood standards, and here’s the original song he sang) or a Bobby Solo. (Hey, I did move onto the 1980s in terms of music taste. I am not that much of a dinosaur.) In their ignorance, I see a loss!

I had never heard of this singer. She is a young modern composer. The lyrics are lovely and carry a punch.