26 March 2013
Back in high school, the last of four, DB and I bonded over James Bond, Kodachrome, mail order camera stores and Italian movies. Our friendship has survived cultural differences and distances not to mention a fit of jealousy on the occasion he photographed my girlfriend topless in his parent's pool. 30 years later I'll admit my jealousy was more about his talent --He took better pictures of my girlfriend than I ever could.
Instead of 'awesome,' DB and I used, "Ciao, Tony!" to express anything we thought was cool. This was from a long forgotten Italian heist movie where, for the duration of the film, beautiful Italian women shout, "Ciao, Tony" to the hero. I still use it but mostly keep it to myself nowadays -- It's too hard to explain.
DB's good about sending me clips from obscure foreign films. I posted about Mina and Trad Italian way back in 2008 - Before some of you were born. She's not singing in DB's clip but I love everything about it. The car, the hotel, the clothing...I've always thought God was Italian. I don't think he's at the Vatican. I believe he's hanging out in a hotel somewhere on the Amalfi Coast in a white linen suit and drinking a chilled Umbrian white while nibbling at a bruschetta. I believe if that sportscar in the clip pulled up, God might say, "Ciao, Tony!"