I’m still in a state of mild euphoria four days after that breathtaking show by Paolo Conte. Here’s another song he didn’t play on the night, although I have seen him perform it a couple of times in the past. “Who are we, and where are we going..?/At midnight in the depth of winter in Alessandria. /Who are we with the collar of our overcoat/Turned up against the wind in Turin?”  I don’t speak Italian — to borrow the immortal words of Keith Jarrett — but I do have a useful crib in the form of a hard-to-find book, “The Words of Paolo Conte”, signed by the great man himself.