Remember back in high school, the slow song came on and you’d take a girl to the dance floor. You hold her around her waist. She wraps her arms around your neck if she likes you. Then you sway with the ballad. What kind of a boy doesn’t pop wood and awkwardly keep it from touching her as his thighs rub against hers, crisp wool trousers against her silky dress.
Do teenagers still do this?
Tu, soltante tu is that kind of a song, the video being from 1982. The couple performing it is in their thirties. The body language isn’t Hallmark-perfect but these things can be complicated. They had a son and three daughters together, one of whom would later disappear under unsavory circumstances.
Here they are much older in 2016 and long-divorced. She’s in her mid-sixties, he’s 73. The old broad gets frisky starting at 1:40!
tu soltanto tu
con tutte le sorprese che mi fai
quel po di timidezza che tu hai
quel modo di vestire un po strano
con le mani sul piano
Then they do a little ad-lib after 3:00.
Everyone has his allotted life force and Albano Carrisi’s holding strong as a performing artist. But the age-cliff hits healthy men fast. In ten years he might be feeble, with a sunken face and vacant eyes. Life is a slow dance.
(The most recent post about the second-greatest pop act of all time is here, along with a rabbit hole of links.)