Tell me, have you ever wanted to be transported to another place? Perhaps Europe? Perhaps Italy? And not only that, have you ever wanted to suddenly become Italian (*blink*) and have that beautiful language fall from your lips effortlessly and with utter chic? Have you ever wanted to wander the cobblestone streets with wrought iron twisted balconies bowing above you, hanging plants and blossoms squeezing lazily through the bars? Have you ever wanted to eat a smallish cone of gelatto and then sit at an open cafe with a menu that looks more like poetry than food? Well, then, have you ever listened to Paolo Conte? You'll be there soon.