La Dolce Vita – Columbus Day
It’s Columbus Day. So, here ya go – a musical “blast from the past”, down-under style. If you’re old enough, you might even remember this one. Enjoy.
For what it’s worth: the singer’s professional name is “Joe Dolce” – and that also happens to be his real name. He was born in Ohio, and has apparently been a US ex-pat in Australia for close to 40 years now (since about 1978). This was his biggest hit.
The song was a huge international hit in 1981. It hit #1 in a number countries (15) – including the UK, France, Germany, Australia, and Italy; was #2 in Canada; and charted in the US.
And yeah, he’s of Italian-American heritage. His Italian-American grandparents were reportedly the inspiration for the song.
If you have a problem with the song, I suggest you talk to Joe. I’m sure he’ll listen – as he’s on the way to the bank to cash his next royalty check. And then I’d guess he’ll refer you to the song’s title. (smile)
If you’re offended, I’d also suggest you find a quarter and buy a clue – or a sense of humor – and quit being outraged over nada. As I noted above, the song was a #1 hit in freaking Italy. So if Italians of the day didn’t have a problem with it and made it a #1 hit, I’m thinking you shouldn’t have a problem with it either.
Happy Columbus Day, everyone.
Category: "Teh Stoopid", Pointless blather, Who knows
It’s a crying shame that most of your introduction addressed the fact that a song like this could not be produced today w/o pc outrage. Here, I’ll take the part of the offended: “How dare you disparage Italian-Americans on this day of all days by playing an old song that lampoons Italian Americans! You ought to be ashamed of yourself!” And, of course, the only correct response to such sentiment is…”Hey, bub, shutuppa you face!”
Thanks John!
Happy Columbus Day everyone!
This is the kind of nonsense I find going on in my office. Reading Genius……Please!
https://youtu.be/0xRGoRhB7no
Phony Phil Monkress (The False Commander and CEO of All-Points Logistics) has his own karaoke version: La Dolce Dildo.
Was not the Alma Matter of Bullwinkle, Wottsamattah U?
Who would think…Italia is reportedly the second most spoken language in Australia.
The Italian surname database is the largest of any nationality w/ a staggering 350,000 names…Buttafucco might be the funniest ever/ Pelosi — yuck! RIP Yogi B.
I thought USA had largest Italian diaspora, but that’s not true by a longshot…its way down south…South America that is.
–More than 50% of the 38 million people in Argentina has full or partial paisan blood. Pope Francis is full Italian heritage.
–Brazil has the largest Italian diaspora w/ about 30 million people of full or partial Italian descent.
–Tiny Uruguay population is more than 40% Italian backgound.
–Chile, and Venezuela also have huge Italian presence.
–In U.S. Italian Americans are most concentrated in the Northeast, Midwest, southern Florida, southern Louisiana, The California coast.
The U.S. Army for a short period had Paisans in the top two uniform positions…GEN Odierno as CSA & GEN Chiarelli as VCSA
Have great Columbus Day…
Italian American & army vet…the late Jim Croce:
Ah,yes, Columbus Day. A day to reflect on what the world might or might not be today if a man hadn’t had the guts to take that bold step of sailing off into the unknown in search of a new world.
For me, if I had never taken that first bold step of getting on a bus to go to Chicago, this farm boy from the sticks of Indiana never would have been able to:
Travel half way around the world and visit the ancient Citadel at Hue City or to see an Arc Light and thank God I wasn’t on the receiving end of it.
Climb the steps on the Eiffel Tower and see the City of Lights, see the original little Statue of Liberty in the Seine River or go “window shopping” in Amsterdam.
Visit the original Disney’s Castle or go skiing down the Zugspitze.
Landing in a dry lake bed aboard a C-130, seeing the Whale at NTC or mooning the fair citizens of Barstow from a bus window as we started our return to home station.
Drive a race car up Pikes Peak on off season practice runs or remember the day that a semi with a flat bed trailer brought a boat anchor to the Armor Battalion that occupied the motor pool adjacent to my outfit at Fort Carson.
Yes, I’ve been able to do and see things in my lifetime that were the result of taking that first bold step. Even if taking that step was at the prompting of the Greyhound driver who said “Well,Son, are you going or staying? I’ve got a schedule to keep.”
I took the first step to a different life in a different place, Des Moines Iowa on July 29, 1974.
Six months later I got off a plane in Fairbanks Alaska on an adventure that would last a lifetime.
I got the benefit of having the US Army save what was left of my soul at that point in time.
The VA would help finish that mission 35 years later in Milwaukee Wisconsin.
For that, I am eternally grateful…
And what a long strange trip it’s been…